Back in 1978 when Saturday Night Fever came out, I kidded myself that there was a chance but those days are, as they say, away.
I well remember coming out of the Odeon in Renfield Street with the Bee Gees singing in my head. There I am heading for Central Station doing the John Travolta walk.
I thought about buying a couple of tins of Dulux so that I could carry them for the full effect.
Years later when I saw Pulp Fiction, I could imagine myself on the dance floor at Jack Rabbit Slim's doing that amazing twist with Uma Thurman.
Nowadays I don't dance at all.
Not since about 10 years ago, when I was at a wedding and caught my reflection doing the funky chicken in a big mirror . I just thought... no.
I thought everyone did it. You know, imagined themselves as a character in a film they've seen, but Sharon said she never does.
I was never going to be James Bond, but in my dreams I was the ultra-suave Roger Moore.
Funnily enough, I never saw myself as Connery, Lazenby or Dalton.
I was Paul Newman in The Towering Inferno, Ryan O'Neal in Love Story and Dustin Hoffman, although I stopped short of walking down Renfield Street in the style of Hoffman's Dorothy Michaels in Tootsie.
I've recommended Sharon try it next time she sees a film.
I can see her as Gone With the Wind's Scarlett O'Hara or Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
These days, my imagination's not what it was.
It can't stretch to Moore.
I did see Charles Laughton in The Hunchback of Notre Dame a while back though and thou-ght... mmm.