We bought a large block of Syrian soap (apparently from the oldest soap factory in the world) from a store selling sheep skin, imported iron cooking pots and hand bound notepads. The shop was closing down, the soap was cheap and I still haven't finished it.

Excerpt from 'He do the Police in Different Voices'

'Full fathom five your Bleistein lies
Under the flatfish and the squids.
Graves' Disease in a dead Jew's eyes!
Where the crabs have eat the lids.'