I have always maintained my innocence. I know I never failed that drugs test, and it turns out it was all a set up from that horrid little weasel Ironside. I mean, talk about no scruples, he even set up his own wife to confess on tape that she was the one who actually switched my test with his own failed one.

And yes, this may have been a reason to kill him, and I admit I feel no sorrow that he’s dead, but if you listened carefully to my interview with the police, I mentioned that i struggled to get golf shoes in my size. I’m known for my stupid big feet. But that proves I couldn’t have squashed into Robert’s wellies and walked through that bunker. Plus any pro will tell you that you rake a bunker once you’ve used it. It wasn’t me.