Way back in 1999, when you wrote The Boy Who Kicked Pigs, I attended an event in Sheffield where you kindly signed my copy. I was probably about 17 at the time, and I asked you if you planned to write another - meaning write another novel. Alas, you thought I was being a bit rude and telling you to write another autograph! I was so mortified at having offended my favourite Doctor, I just scurried off in dismay, rather than explain myself!
So, more than a decade on, will you please accept my honest apology and salve my conscience? Also, have you ever accidentally put your foot it in with someone you admire?