To the Wellington pricks

Why are you so surprised, Golriz? Like, I've been moaning about that hui for quite a while.

James and Cass must cease. Non-negotiable outcome. After all this crap, those theatre dorks simply have to let me make my own creative decisions. They can believe that they were being magnanimous in 2021, but they came to the movie to point out that they actively disliked hearing me sing on the way to work.

Again, I wasn't even charged with any type of noise complaint, because they decided that this was a 'better' way to handle things. - As Justin the FTAC guy would attest, meeting me in person - and letting me say my piece about my feelings for Chloe - dispelled most of the myth.

I will admit there were times that I thought Nadine wasn't real, but that was her fault for refusing to be a public person (despite being a party flunkie), and the fault of the Greens for deliberately cultivating that belief to exploit me.

- James and Cass were unable to accept this idea that they had to email me and communicate about my IP. They simply believed that they had the inherent right to use my material for their benefit because they had been to New York and they had been funded to make plays, books, but NOT movies. James is a frustrated filmmaker: that's why he thought he could use my stuff to make his big splash as a director.

And no, I refuse to direct them, coach them or in any way assist them BECAUSE of their bullshit and their 'jokes' in my porn feed. Illegal jokes, I might add. They lost the opportunity to use my stuff after their theatrics at West Side Story. I honestly expect Tam to fire them. In fact, I might boycott Question Time until Tam does.

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The only reason that they are interested in my stuff is because Sondheim was.

What I'm saying to the talent army is communicate with me via email or msg or fuck off.

I'm serious: no tina ha, no tina play, no cabaret evenings. NO.

Tory, simply apologise and tell them to do likewise.