Ande wrote:All that effort and he cant even do it properly.
Exactly.
Can imagine his mum pinching his cheek at the door saying "Just remember what I told you and you'll be fine, she'll love it. Write your message out on the bus, put the cardboard in your bag and just go in as normal. Pick your moment son, get your slacks down, and if I was you, I'd wallop your widge into the inside of your groin a few times, get the blood flowing like, then just go for it. Don't worry, men won't judge you, any man worth his salt will make allowances for the weather, now off you go."
It Oh so nearly worked, nearly.