Except Reg isn't having a shit time. He is, actually, enjoying this. He's in his fucking element.
I've always loved the visceral buzz of the exciting things in life.... football was one of the first I discovered, at a tender age. All the other usuals followed... scraping, birds, booze, drugs, music, poetry, art, travel etc.
Somehow amongst the angst and bodily fluids, an intellectual detachment got applied, enabling both being able to live in the moment and give a considered opinion on the same events.... a sort of ying and yang. So I can suffer and analyse at the same time.