Peepers that could out-stare hoods of Yakuza gang-lords; his wiry body gave off a hatchling figure, and the aquiline nose and vulture sunken cheeks added to the concoction of disregarded bird parts: I haven't had the pleasure of working with him before and I can honestly say I found him repellent.
Unlike the cameraman's emaciated appearance, the boom operator's demeanour was voracious in stature; generally a personification of fast food burps and beer farts. What's really repugnant was his hirsutism: Long, thick, black chest and armpit hair sprouted from out the caves of his white t-shirt; trying to grab new hosts by its tentacles. Particularly when people walked past at a quick pace, moved the pubic hair in their direction, like zombie arms reaching for soft unsullied skin. Unfortunately I've had the sardonic pleasure of working with this fatuous thing many times