in which the writer goes on and on and on about shwingy
reactions to things ...o
"...you could watch David
Rotundo with the sound off, and you'd still get it—
from the body bounce and the face and the boot-beat. ... He
just has the blues coming out his pores..."
"...you're at her party and she's just sat down
to chat and shoot the shit with her pals about realistically messy