As if to prove a point, yesterday the pen was seriously knarked off, nothing would sit on the page, no-one would stay still long enough to even get a hint of them, pages of the sketchbook were flipped away with just a few unsatisfactory lines and awful awfulness.
The whole fidgetyness of the moment is in there. I was too hot, the train was too full, all reason had deserted everything.
Look at his ears !!! Taken individually they just about past muster, but seen together they simply compound their mutual wrongness.
Partners in crime.