I often play make believe in my under-used imagination that I am some kind of half-Hobbit, half-Wizard female Nu-Saruman/Gandalf character and imagine myself potentially very powerful while still giving myself the option of eating second breakfast and smoking pipeweed. These delusional flights of fancy usually occur during boring meetings when my mind will begin wandering within the first four minutes or so and does not usually get back on track until the tea and luxury biscuits are produced. It's either that or fancy myself as the first female Time Lord.
I once thought about getting a personal number plate for the car based on a Tolkien theme and saw one which had ENT in it. Then I saw the irony in this.