Why can’t I draw your ruddy Maori mug. You and your face and that bloody nose. Honestly. It’s a good thing I love you manosaur or you’d look like Wenton all the damn time.

It’s that artist problem when you can see it perfectly in your minds eye, step yourself through every little stroke but when it comes to the actual execution? NOPE. Sorry, try again, go home.

I need another cuppa tea and a new sketch book just to fill it with ways not to draw your freaking face.