I watched the sequence of events very carefully. To the right of the stone wall a brand new white Sunseeker was being launched into the sea. My attention, however, focused to the left. Here a busy crowd gathered around a swimming pool. A man pushed through a gate at the top and placed a 50p piece on the wall. Someone else picked the coin up and popped it into a stone post about 10 feet away. A banner dropped and announced the winner of the £117 million pound lottery jackpot. I watched the sequence again and prepared to enter the fray. I was on a mission for millions!

The crush of the crowd was much worse than I anticipated and I became very uncomfortable waiting for the man to come through the gate. I was just about to give up when the creak of the hinges signalled the start of the sequence. The man walked over to the wall, just as I had observed. Before anyone else had the chance, I negotiated my way through the mass of bodies to the wall to collect my quarry. It turned out not to be a coin, but a key. I grabbed it then crossed back again to the post where it fitted the slot perfectly. The banner came down and I was a multi-millionaire. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool.

It was only when I watched everything back later on the black and white CCTV images that I started to feel immense shame at cheating the system with my privileged access to time travel.