Thanks to work I've been spending quite a bit of time in hotels recently and the thing that I've noticed (apart from how easy it is to get used to room service...and that chefs seem unable to resist the urge to tart up the humble, yet tasty, Club sandwich by throwing everything but the kitchen sink on it) is how much simple pleasure can be obtained from only having a duffel bag's worth of clothes in the closet.

Much as I love "stuff" it's incredibly refreshing to open the closet door and be faced by a few hand-picked favorites, each luxuriating in a couple of inches of personal space, rather than the normal seething mass of pieces, crushed against each other like commuters on a Japanese train.

Now to find the courage to boldly go where no Hebden has gone before (yes, I'm a geek) and purge a few things...