Fifteenth Post - Coming Clean

OK, so I haven't been exactly truthful and I now have to apologise to my loyal readers, my family, my friends, to the guy I see very day on the bus to Lewisham, the City AM guy, Keanu Reeves and of course, old Mr Hawthorn from number 48.  Its true, and I have been found out. 

Nobody wants to be hounded by photographers or have paparazzi camped out on their front doorstep and so I wish to come clean and confess to you all now - here - in my own words, before the media make up hurtful, senseless and untrue things about me, and quote me out of context for their own purposes and headlines. 

So here we go - the rumours are true: my favourite Nokia handset is the 6300, and not the 3210 as I admitted a week or so ago. I am ashamed and embarrassed, and I regret not being honest and upfront originally when all this unpleasantness could have been avoided. 

My family are standing by me at this time, my parents have been amazingly supportive and my wife is, as ever, the rock to which I cling whilst this intense scrutiny to which I am being subjected passes by me like a torrent of speculation, accusation and forced abstract subtext.

I extend my gratitude to the Nokia corporation whose product I so flippantly disregarded,  and who - despite shortly to be subsumed into a much larger, corporate hole - have chosen at this time not to pursue the issue any further through the courts, on the condition that I offer a full and unreserved apology to the brave employees of the Nokia Corporation, as well as praising them for their love,  honour and sense of humour during this dark time.

So there you go - my soul laid bare.  Please - I beseech you - readers, fans, friends, lovers - forgive me this act of nonsensical stupidity. I am sorry. What more can I say. 

Also, I am Tom Daly's secret gay lover.