There was another surprise in the cupboard, too: my old audio tape collection, taped into a case marked "Hewlett Packard Personal Productivity Center" with big yellow storage tape, the sure sign that a case has not been opened since the last move. These, I would like to listen to as they start their slow arc into the wheelie bin, as I have a 45 minute walk built into most days. But alas my walkman (complete with owl drawn on it in tippex, thank you my seventeen year old self) has long gone the way of all flesh. Does anyone have a portable cassette player I can borrow?
I'm not expecting there will be anything on them I want to keep. Maybe a little scrap of Annie Nightingale on her brief and whited-out-of-history stint on Radio Luxembourg, or someone reading a story. Maybe the comps that people made for me. It's my experience that you save these things for the main subject, but end up cherishing what turns up in the background.