I'm thinking of auctioning off my wardrobe.

Well, former Spice Girl Geri Halliwell did it and made a packet for charity.

And just weeks before she died, more than £2 million was raised when Princess Diana dug out her unwanted frocks and put them on sale at Christies in New York.

I know those women are world famous and I'm not - but that's a small technicality. My clothes have just as much history as theirs. They may not have appeared on the stage at packed rock venues, but a couple of my, let's say more weathered, T-shirts have played an active role amid the throng out front.

I have a very fetching Erasure T-shirt bearing the concert venue's name, although I've always been slightly embarrassed by "Milton Keynes Bowl" as opposed to Hollywood.

However, the all-cotton garment does redeem itself by being so large as to double up as a comfortable night shirt, so I'd expect a few anonymous bids by telephone when the interest hots up .

What else will I put forward for the auction - to be held in Bradford, of course, where I am perhaps slightly better known than the other possible locations of Paris, Los Angeles or Tokyo? Well, there's a very fetching khaki jumper which I wore back in the early 1980s for a night at Greenham Common - a very pleasant hotel not two miles from the women's peace camp.

And there's a little black dress (yes, I did own one many years ago) made from crisp muslin. Unfortunately, it has a prominent stain on the front, but, by remaining vague about its source - other than to say I last wore it in Washington DC - I thought I could use that to my advantage in pushing up the bidding.

Incidentally, while we may all be bored rigid by the Lewinsky-Clinton affair, I'm intrigued by that stain on her dress. I'd have whipped out the Vanish and given it a good old rub followed by a hot wash as soon as I got home. Well wouldn't anyone? And Monica is always so immaculately turned out - yet she stuck the grubby garment back on its hanger.

Back to my sale. I am loathe to part with my underwear - not because it's ludicrously expensive Janet Reger, but that some of the more vindictive members of the press may unfairly compare some of the more delicate items with dish cloths.

But I will be duty bound to include a trademark pair of woolly tights because - as friends and colleagues will vouch - they are to be seen covering my legs on all but the most scorching days of the year.

Geri Halliwell's famous Union Jack dress brought in £36,200, so I expect the tights to reach the £10,000 mark, especially if I wear them solidly for a week and auction then unwashed. After all, greasy-looking pop stars often put up their sweaty clobber as competition prizes for fans.

The proceeds of this auction will, of course, go to charity, but I would like to hold a small amount back - to buy myself a new set of underwear.

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