This is similar to the kerfluffle over James Frey's memoir whose title I've forgotten. It turned out he'd made lots of it up, and back then, memoirs were presumed to be factual reminiscences. Like Frey, Daisey seems more regretful that he'd been caught out than that he'd misrepresented. While the truth is bad enough, he couldn't resist embellishing for dramatic effect. Every day, there's less and less that can be taken at face value.