One of the memories that doesn't dull with time for me is the thrill I experienced the very first time I sat in a Starwars Arcade Machine. To me, it was about as close as I'd ever come to actually being Luke Skywalker, and I was so excited that my hands were shaking. Even at the time, I remembered the words from the novelization of the Starwars movie by Alan Dean Foster, describing how Luke had felt before setting off in Red five. “...Luke had flown these fighters many times before – in his dreams.”

After losing the identities of millions of Child Benefit recipients, details of the sexual preferences of trainee doctors, and the banking details of just about every learner driver in the country, the government is facing its most embarrassing episode yet, after it became clear that the Official Olympic Torch has been misplaced.

Speaking on behalf of the British Population, Gordon Brown said "I'm really, really sorry. We think it's still in Terminal Five at Heathrow, so maybe it will turn up in a few weeks."

A poem about choices...