My biggest lie of all time?
I drink quite a lot of tea, but is that my biggest lie of all time? Probably not. It cannot really compete with the “mysterious garden-fence fire of 1984”.
But, was that my best lie ever? No, because the “lie of ‘84” was based on the simplest premise of all; “it wasn’t me”.
A really good lie requires the liar to provide a totally convincing and plausible alternative scenario. One that is so much more attractive, and even more believable than the truth itself. And, so good that the liar starts to believe it himself......or herself.