Plasticene…….. strongly of Primary School and can take me back there instantly to Miss Matthews class and all of us filing in to the tune of "the Road to the Isles" played on a harmonium

Apple pie…. Childhood maybe about 6 years old and my Auntie Mays house, also my first visit to New Hampshire, its what Animateras house smelled of when we arrived.

Diesel and lube oil on Hot steel…. A certain tanker I served in years ago, it was the smell in the engine room where we dried our jeans (Levis) next to the boilers, you could wash them when you came off watch and they would be dry ready to go on the next watch

Old books ( like you get in old Second hand bookshops in Hay on Wye and Charing Cross Road) ….. To the Public Library of the town where I grew up My haven from the world and the harsh realities of growing up in a world where you were among the Have-nots. The last thing I did, on the morning of the day, when I left that town to move to London when I was 14 was to give up my Library card.