Well I've got a lot of happy memories the are not going to be thrown out and all the 'junk' the I've accumulated over the last 60 odd years all has memories attached to it, so that is staying. I found a couple of exposed/undeveloped 35m films in a drawer the other week, I'll probably never know what's on them, but they went straight back into the drawer. Anyone want several hundred computer magazines from the early seventies? I know they're around somewhere and I still keep wondering what to do with that casette tape deck that maybe doesn't work too well. We have so many books here that if I could live my life again, I wouldn't have time to read them, but here they stay. I've even found stuff that I can't remember where it came from or why I kept it at the time, but just in case it was important, that stays as well. Whilst we live in a world of planned obsolescence, the junk we keep is a tenuous hold on reality. It reminds us who we are. That's important.