I like to have a well-stocked pantry of daydreams. Just so there's plenty of places to escape to when a train is delayed or the dentist is running late. Elaborate, ridiculous scenes to replay over and over. Sometimes there's celebrities or random strangers, but people always say what you want them to say and the weather is always fine and the streets are paved with chocolate. Many moons ago when I was vaguely ambitious I had an Oscar Fantasy on high rotation. I had it all planned, from the frock to the date to the witty remarks to the Entertainment Tonight reporters on the red carpet. It started with a brief montage with a personal trainer so I'd be suitably buff for the big night, and ended with a dainty gasp of surprise when my name was announced. It used to be the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, but then I realised that I was too lazy to come up with completely new screenplay even in a daydream, so it got switched to Best Adapted.