I've decided to take a leaf out of Jemima's book, and rip and sell all my music CDs. Why? Well, I have the following:

Operation Undisc: Stack o'Discs

I started collecting CDs in 1990: Christmas, 1990, to be precise, when my parents gave me a Hi Fi with CD player, and a copy of Iron Maiden's No Prayer for the Dying and Jean Michel Jarre's Waiting for Cousteau. I may hang on to those, but I'm now pretty intent on ripping and selling every other CD I've ever bought, be it album, single, soundtrack, magazine cover disc ... you name it, it's going. I just can't justify the space they take up. I haven't bought anything more than a CD or two a year for the last few years, and I definitely haven't played a CD for just as long a time: there's a Mac mini plugged into both the TV and the surround system for playing music via iTunes, I have an iPod for listening to music outside the house, why do I need to keep all these CDs again?

I have the odd gem which I may find it hard to part with (for example, a Tupelo pressing of Nirvana's Bleach, a gold [coloured, sadly] disc version of the GoldenEye soundtrack, and so on), but I'll take those on when I get there.

Onward, iTunes; onward, jiffy bags; onward, sense of preservation in the face of probable blatant copyright infringement! Undisc!