Yellow
Dad started collecting National Geographic magazines in the 60s, and I don’t think he’s stopped yet. They’ve outgrown the bookcase and, some of them, their covers. Amazingly useful for primary school projects on anything and quite interesting just to look at on a rainy Sunday, I’ve grown up with this peculiar shade of yellow always gleaming around the edge of my peripheral vision. It’s one of those brand things that never goes away – even now, in so much more than print, National Geo is still assaulting the eye with a healthy dose of banana-esque hues.