I was round someone’s flat the other night and he seems even worse than me. Piles and piles of old newspapers all over the tiny living room (although, to be fair, there was one LESS pile than the last time I was round!) I used to have a mad old auntie who did that. She had a whole room in her house filled with papers which must have dated back years. She was fucking nuts, though. She was so mean that she didn’t have any wallpaper or carpets. And, as is usually the case with such people, she was loaded.
I remember a zine called DDDD once (or a lot more than once, knowing them) going on about how throwing out ‘clutter’ was liberating and now I know what they mean. The only other time I’ve ever really thrown a lot of stuff out is when I’ve moved house but, even then, I found myself keeping so much junk that it was untrue. Records I can’t flog for insane sums on the net are given to charity or sent to friends. Not ALL my records, obviously. I still have loads of music (I get more and more with each week that goes by, in fact). That’s partly why I have to make room by throwing out stuff I DON’T want/need. It’s really satisfying to see a big pile of plastic bags full of stuff waiting to go out to the bin. And it really fills up a lot of time as well, which is a good thing when you’ve got fuck all to do. It’s almost as good as drink or drugs!