It was with great sadness that I threw out a load of old clothes this morning. It wasn't that they didn't fit me anymore, it was more the history of the items that cast a furrowed line upon my fevered brow. The suit I used to wear to work, the old blue jeans that had gone through so many adventures, the lightwear beige golf slacks that I'd played the 'Old Course' in and the winter hooded parka that had saved me from freezing to death at Knockhill race curcuit one cold November day.  All those memories, lost, like tears in rain. Turfed out ignominiously in an old black bin bag