Bags and boxes of useless souvenirs (tickets, programmes, drip mats etc) and duplicate photos, and DH’s Uni notes from 1969, all now rehomed in the recycling/waste bins. It’s interesting that neither of us remembers seeing Victoria Wood in 1981, but the proof is there. 
A pile of Christmas editions of 70s/80s magazines, old annuals, and four 80s Next Directories, stacked up ready for the Oxfam bookshop.
Half a dozen original posters for 60s and 70s gigs (Bob Marley, entrance 2/6 is one) and another half dozen Soviet propaganda ones we brought back from the USSR in 1973, all tied up and labelled ready for the kids to sell when we pop our clogs. Sometimes it pays to hoard!
A Betty Jackson dress and a Gap gilet, unused sales bargains bought to slim into. Charity shop it is then. 