There comes a time when you have a spring clean-out and you have to make some tricky decisions. You need to throw stuff out, clear the decks a bit, but it's not always easy. Especially in the clothes department. There are always perennial favourites that somehow survive the annual cull. Your other half might cry out in exasperation, 'But you never wear them!'. To which, offended, you retort, 'I flamin' well do! I can't throw these out, they're my favourites!'.

Now 'these' could be anything: ancient dungarees; jeans with holes in that have mysteriously shrunk around the waist; shoes in a dusty box that you've worn once in ten years. It could be a singular 'this': a showy seventies shirt that has also somehow mysteriously decreased around the middle; a moth-eaten corduroy jacket with leather patches on the elbows. Whatever it may be, we've all got an irrational love for an item of clothing that we simply can't let go of. There's a point where spring cleaning our wardrobe can only go so far. There are clothes we've got, for whatever reason, that we cannot bring ourselves to bin, and it's these trusty bits of apparel we're interested in this week, the ones that year after year survive the swingeing axe.

• What's item/items of clothing can you simply never bring yourself to get rid of and why?

• Have you ever thrown away an item of clothing and then bitterly regretted it ever since?

• Do you keep old clothes that no longer fit in the vain hope that one day they will spring back to their normal size (ie, you will lose weight)?

• Do you have an item of clothing that perhaps defines you, that you're never without? A flat cap, an Aran sweater, a pair of sandals?

• Do you think we buy too many clothes in this built-to-last-five-minutes culture? Do you think older clothes were made better and that's why we retain an affection for them?