I've decided it's about time I confessed to a few things. Some of these are worse than others, but I thought it would be a good idea to hide the more serious ones in a long list, among confessions that aren't quite so bad. I think that's a pretty good tactic. Here goes:
1. I've never read any of the Lemony Snicket books.
2. I didn't read the latest Harry Potter book, and I'm not planning on reading the next one.
3. I've never read any Jane Austen, and hope to keep it that way.
4. Sometimes I drive too fast.
5. Sometimes I boast about being the best at reverse parking in the entire world. It's true, but I shouldn't boast about it. (And there I go again.)
6. Even though I'm a jazz musician, most jazz really annoys me.
7. In five years since the scheme started, I still haven't got used to putting paper in a separate bin for recycling. I have two bins in my study, but I keep forgetting which one is which, and everything ends up getting mixed together.
8. In interviews I quite often lie. Nothing major, but I like to make things simpler, or more entertaining. After all, I am a story-teller. Lying is what I do best.
9. I think I'm secretly addicted to scratchcards. I buy one every time I go to the Post Office and tell myself I'm buying it for my girlfriend, or that it's a reward for going to the Post Office.
10. I have a rule never to buy meat that isn't free-range, but sometimes, when I'm really hungry and in a hurry, I buy a chicken sandwich from a supermarket. Or a BLT. Or a duck wrap. Mmm... duck wraps... No! It's evil!
There are plenty more mini-crimes I need to confess to. I'll put them up here when I've gathered the courage. Or I'll regret this whole thing and this post will mysteriously disappear from my blog...