What a great night of written thoughts and sniffs and smells and more.
Matt Black started off the evening with great humour, thoughtfulness and smiles.
Chess then took on the baton with a visual and nasal trip down memory lanes.
Boxes with different soaps were hanging ready to be sniffed -with that the memories came flooding back. Some of these will be shared on the blog later.
Strangely, the different smells of soaps were mainly associated with fathers...
To finish the evening Matt gave us a great performance of his -farsidesque- poem about those all so sweet sheep.