what you soon discover, when you move out after staying put for twenty-six years in one house, is an accumulation of Embarrassing music, which you daren't even throw away in case the dustmen won't stop laughing. bloody taiwanese boy bands from when i was 13! the absolute absence of taste! young people should be allowed to listen to nothing but classical music and be let loose on pop music when they are fifty years old. and even people i'd forgotten existed, like dave wang (or mr tan yan mei, although there were a few other mr tan yan meis in those days, including that japanese basketballer with glasses, what's his name, nevermind, someone will tell me, shoots three-pointers, very wishy-washy. p.s. no one need give me pointed looks. i bravely threw away a poster of andrei chesnokov, so you know.)

three black garbage bags are not enough.