I frequently imagine myself on Question Time, for example, performing better than most of the trained monkeys therein and with integrity intact.

I often also reimagine dialogue for dramas and, in quiet moments, end up declaiming my versions in front of the TV. All of which probably demonstrates that I should endeavour to get out a little more and not be so much of an otaku.

It's still the rock star daydream for me everytime, I am approaching my 38th birthday, I need medical help.

I do the sport thing but also do interviews after the match. I'll be writing a column for The Guardian next. Sorry folks only available in The My Head region

Sorry, copy and paste job here, but I mentioned something similar in a thread last week:

I'm often being interviewed; I always come off extremely well.

If I'm a musician then I'm humble, gracious, build-up a great rapport with the interviewer and am generally a raconteur extraordinaire.

If I'm a professional footballer, I single-handedly dispell the myth that all footballers are uneducated and uncultured by frequently dropping in literary references and fascinating anecdotes.

about five years ago (playing career tragically cut short by dodgy knees) so now I do the post-match press conference. I refuse to speak to Match of the Day.

I thought it was just me who was a basket case. I don't do it any more, but during my childhood playing career for top-flight Woking FC, I scored an impossible amount of goals while we marched relentlessy to our many league titles, FA Cups and European cups. Woking played at a stadium that housed 250,000 fans. The noise from the crowd was so loud, the players had to wear headphones.

In adulthood I developed a habit of daydreaming about the best possible outcome for a forthcoming event/job interview/whatever - usually minutes before the thing actually happened. Years later, I accidentally come up against a motivational speaker whose entire business is based on this "secret" for success.

I have been a highly respected first call session guitarist and have played on an infinite number of albums.

Often when driving I hear what must have been me playing licks of outstanding brilliance coming out of the ipod or the radio from sessions I don't remember but must have been a part of. Soon it all comes flooding back and I can recall with astonishing clarity what I said to Keith or JJ and how they should tweak the arrangement slightly.

Obviously.

Otherwise I'm quite well and appear in control.

of a flaming Lanc or kicking the door in at Gestapo schloss adler, broad sword calling danny boy .....

I don't imagine myself playing sport actually. I imagine myself as a Spitfire pilot, especially on the train, using a spec of crud on the window as a gun sight and machine gunning passing pedestrians, vehicles etc. Passing aeroplanes are clearly prime targets. This works well in the car too. Simple chattering of teeth make great machine guns.

I'll get my coat.

I get occasional record producer/engineer moments too. Well, I work in television so I actually do record some music, but I'm sadly not on any rockstar's speed dial yet.

Since turning thirty, I have been mentally rehearsing a job as an Urban Planner. I work mostly in my home town of Southend, although I am occasionally available for contract work around the UK.

Residents of my inner Southend may be wondering what happened to all the weeds which had colonised those parts of Thorpe Bay beach that are no longer covered by the high tide.

Their removal is the work of the subterranean Wrecker Crab which grasps the roots of these plants and drags them down beneath the surface. As an additional benefit the crab cleans the sand as it burrows. Last year the Mayor of Southend pronounced Wrecker Crabs a welcome addition to the town’s thriving ecosystem and expressed the hope that one day Southend would be known for more than just its chav seagulls.

There is no need to thank me. Your happy smiles and elegant sand castles are reward enough.

Reminds me:

When I was in my final year at university I thought seriously of going into Town & Country planning (as it was called back then) until a friend of mine said: "Ray, take a look around you..." Then, after a pause: "... and now imagine being responsible for it!"

Congratulations for meeting that challenge head on. For me, it was the end of my planning aspirations.