I was walking along the other day, minding my own business as I went about my urbane and pointless existence, when a strange word popped into my head. “Yolanda”, it said. It was really strange, as I suddenly felt convinced that I knew this word very well, and that I’d known it for a long time. I couldn’t for the life of me remember why, though.

It continued to bug me even when I got home. There was only one possible course of action: I fired up the interwebs, and searched for meaning. And lo, the meaning became evident. It’s the name of an old Amiga game, from back in 1990. I don’t remember ever playing it, but crikey - the name is almost etched into my head. I must’ve at least read a review or something! What I don’t quite understand is why I suddenly remembered it, after all these years. I blame it on all the chocolate I’ve been consuming recently. I am a greedy pig.

In other news, I received a newspaper from my local council recently. It’s called “The Citizen”, and in a banner right at the top is the phrase: “wakefield: a fast improving council”. Why doesn’t that fill me with confidence? It’s almost as though they are hinting that the council is currently not very good, although of course I am sure that my local government is completely competent in every way. Never believe anything you read in Private Eye. No, not for a minute.

My local council is, of course, the same local council that won an award on b3ta.co.uk for having the most phallic-looking logo in the country. Or something. See if you can see why.