OK, so turn back the clock 30-odd years. Anne is heavily pregnant with our son. We are heading for the tobacco kiosk at our local supermarket. A man barges past us, shoves Anne aside and bawls "Get out of my way, you fat cow!"

The next thing I know, I'm pinning him up against a wall with my forearm across his throat, informing him in a very quiet, very reasonsable tone that if he ever lays hands on or insults my wife again, he'll be dead before he hits the ground.

Anne is saying "I'm all right, Tony!" Jen is saying "Is Daddy going to hurt that nasty man?". The assistant at the kiosk is telling the security msn to back off "That man just shoved his pregnant wife!"

The bloke I'm holding is as white as a sheet and is almost crying. He's four inches taller than me and probably a couple of stone heavier, but Anne told me later that I'd lifted and held him off his feet. I let him down and tell him to fuck off. He runs. I've seen him again since and he always slinks away.

I'm no Will Smith. I'm five-eight, stocky but no Wolverine. On paper, he should have pounded me flat.

So I ask, did Will Smith react as I did that day, or was the whole thing a carefully-stsged put-up job like all those WWF feuds? I know what I think -this was in front of an audience, after all.

Or is this just why Anne refers to me sometimes as an Omega Male?