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I’ve been mulling over coming clean for a long time. You see, there’s something in my bio – or my historical bio – that’s incorrect, and the guilt has gnawed at me long enough.

I don’t use that bio any longer, I changed it the moment I thought someone might find out the truth, but nothing is ever erased on the internet, so in case anyone ever sees it, I’d like to set the record straight here.

It seemed pretty innocent – and a fun thing to do at the time – until it got out of hand and I started talking to other people with the same interest and I had to back away in case they ever asked me anything too probing and it was obvious that I was a bit fat phony.

Hand on heart, I never meant to deceive anyone, and if anyone feels betrayed by this admission, then I apologise again, and if you want to defriend me, I’ll understand. Or if you decide that you can’t buy the books from someone with such deception in their hearts. I’ll understand too.

Here goes. It’s hard to have to say, so I’ll just come right out and say it.

I do not now, nor have I ever owned an Iguana called Neville.

Or any kind of Iguana. No reptiles of any kind. I’m so sorry!

I just hope you can forgive me.