where to put it all

My clutter to space ratio is a bit out of sync at the moment and I am trying, in vain it would appear, to get it back into any semblance of equilibrium.

My biggest problem is that I am just a collector of 'stuff,' some people can travel light but I am not one of them, I subconsciously need the luxurious security of all things new. The first thing that I collected in earnest was British football magazines, that soon infectiously spread to vinyl and everything that my musical interests affectionately caressed. For instance if I was listening to Curtis Mayfield, I'd be watching blaxploitation, reading Walter Mosley, hanging out with people who had soul, joking about, 'Undercover Brother.'

In the November 06, issue of Uncut, Lloyd Cole says: "One hopes I'll be able to know when to stop. But old boxers say that when they're young, then they don't."

I can't predict when I will ever stop accumulating (not hoarding) as I follow my interests, it's not genetic according to various family sources (except perhaps for my sneaker/shoe fetish) so I should theoretically be able to stop. Can they be trusted? It could have skipped a generation? Well these same anonymous sources have also reassured me that I don't have to worry about baldness and that I shouldn't fantasise about going mad either no matter how much I want for my worry brain to vacate my conscious, so they are sound.

But it's not all bad, as I try to organise stuff and muscle up the stamina to archive some data into a central repository, because if that revolution did arrive tomorrow, you could pop by #302, for a good espresso and a deluxe vodka martini, as my impulsive, compulsive behaviour also embraces those fine beverages. And we could of course intellectualise as to why the best Lloyd Cole and the Commotions track, 'Speedboat' never made it onto the greatest hits.

Footnote:
Today, I bought three more magazines and got another two DVDs in the post one of which is the classic French movie, 'the hairdresser's husband' - where to put it all I wonder?