This watch has had a hammer taken to it. It’s an old ‘promo’ watch and underneath the shards of glass there is the logo of a German brand of confectionery that came to the UK in the 1980s. Mr Tom. Mr Tom was (and to the best of my knowledge still is) a peanut brittle bar.

I have been fighting the clock all day today. Firstly fuming while the minutes ticked by while on the way to work and stuck in a traffic jam on the M3 in my trusty Vectra. Later, with my head down, typing for all my worth to finish a proposal that needs to be with the client tomorrow. Later again, prepping for a telephone conference call with our colleagues in Germany and the USA about our development project that is nearly at launch.

When I emerged from that meeting, my boss said ‘have you got half an hour to discuss XXXX (another development project)’ – I responded yes, but only if it is that long…..I still had that proposal to get ready and the prepping for tomorrow to do. I was stuck there for ages and eventually managed to extricate myself from the quagmire at 7pm when I phoned DM to ask when the footie kicked off. He responded ‘7.45pm’ so a normal journey time of an hour in the evening became a mad scramble to try to do it in 45 mins.

Every slow car on the road was on the journey from Epsom to Sandhurst…..all of them in front of me.

I got road rage big time. I shouted and hollered. I drove up their backsides. I flashed and flashed. I fumed and raged. I gesticulated and swore. At one point I was bombing along the M25 (yes, the worst road in Britain is my journey to work….I once thought the New jersey Turnpike was a beautiful place (because of America by Simon and Garfunkel) but it is not unlike the M25 (our road to nowhere).

I ran through our front door at 7.46pm and managed to see the beginning of the game for one reason only – the untimely demise of Emlyn Hughes (a football great and only in his early 50s), whose death prompted a minute’s silence at the game. Rest in Peace Emlyn. He was a joker who’d have been pleased he helped me to see the first minute of the game because his death delayed it I think.

This picture represents how I felt about time today…..and I must say, smashing that horrid watch to oblivion sure did help my road rage!!!

Oh and for anyone interested, the Spurs won 0-3 away at Burnley tonight and looked confident - perhaps I'll have to eat my words soon....