STAMPYLONGNOSE – there's a name you may not be familiar with it. People also call him Mr Stampy Cat. That's more a formal name than a pseudonym, and it's definitely not a sussudio, which, according to Phil Collins, has no meaning whatsoever when he sang it in the 1985 hit single of the same name. No Jacket Required. It's not fashionable to say it but what an album.

Anyway, Stampylongnose is a 23-year-old Portsmouth university graduate called Joseph Garrett who makes his living playing a computer game called Minecraft (this week bought by Microsoft for £2.5bn), filming the game and then sticking the clip on the internet. He posts a game a day and he reportedly gets £200,000 a month in advertising revenue because he is more popular on YouTube than pop stars Justin Bieber and One Direction.

So what's all this got to do with the Dales? Not a lot really, other than the youngest boy is obsessed.

Although it has got me thinking about the district council's campaign to ensure there are still young people living in the Dales.

If Stampy can make £50,000 a week playing computer games in his bedroom, surely we need people like Stampy living in Burtersett or wherever.

Yeah, yeah, we need better broadband but lets think bigger than that. How about we encourage clever young people like this to relocate here. Give them a free cottage and all the Black Sheep or Theakstons they can drink. If they yearn for urban delights, let's employ someone to deliver them expensive frothy coffees on a Sunday morning. They could key their car and tip rubbish across the road just to give the place that trendy metropolitan feel.

Let's go further. A college teaching high-tech computer money-making skills in Reeth with the backroom at the Buck Inn turned (back) into a student union bar.

Why do only urban areas become enterprise zones? There was a rural zone opened in Cornwall last year but it was all about business doing social good. Great, but what about businesses making money, which results in social good. How about lower business rates for homeworkers with solid fuel heating.

I don't even think I'm joking any more. In my haste to fill the column with something amusing, I think I've stumbled on a good idea. I don't even have any space to talk about the slug living under the cupboard.