But I do wish there was a version of Real Simple magazine for the human body, where everything that ails can be cleaned and mended with a roll of tape, a box of baking soda, and lemon juice.
Sure, the wooden tables are bare, set with paper placemats and topped with a roll of paper towels, but the place has class.
And I, with a roll of film in my fist, ready to make a dash through the stands, will never forget it.
He can pull and hook with a roll of the wrist to keep the ball down, sweeps the spinners in orthodox and reverse fashion, and hits judiciously and powerfully over the top.
Jack Nicholson called from Los Angeles to order a bottle of Cristal, and Frankie Lingerie and his friends migrated to a back table near Zarem's, where they drank red wine and played with a roll of novelty masking tape (it had "Shut up!" printed on it).
Then he dipped into the carton and came up with a roll of wire, and started lashing the wheels of the trunk to the props of our shack.
When we'd had sex at his place, he'd finish and instantly rush out and back in with a roll of paper towels, hold the little trash can out for me as I wiped myself off.
On the day we visited the camps, he gave ITN an extraordinary interview, on a knife-edge between what he wanted to say and what he felt he could say and live – much of it with a roll of the eyes.
We spend so much of our development pushing away from our mothers, separating and individuating, casting off motherly advice with a roll of the eyes and an audible harrumph.
When I was a cartoonist in New York, a group of friends and I would go out at weekends with a roll of 16mm film and make little skits.
