Empty threats, empty promises

That's all I ever get from the chardonnay socialists. The one threat they managed to follow through on was the FTAC referral. That was only possible because Tory and Nadine worked at Parliament. I think that all my enemies are fixated on me, and they're actually threatening me. - My answer to Paul Mescal is that they're inherently untrustworthy. They offered me the role of Paul after hearing the demos. That was probably an empty promise, but that was their reaction. My pedigree is in musicals as well, but I've been doing rock numbers for years. - The other threats rose to the point where I could refer them to police. That's a sign of how cruel and uncaring they are: I had a prescription drug overdose. I nearly died because I wouldn't be a drag queen Jesus for straights. It's not like me to ask for legal help, but Peter and Paul would agree that the clowns that the studio is sending after me are making it hard for me to work, let alone to clear the air and sign a full deal to work on Beatles Invade NZ. Half the NZ film industry thinks that I was supposed to be Tina, and that they waited three years until I was sane. No, that's not even close to the truth. I refused outright, and that's why I was referred to the FTAC in 2023. The referral was spurious; I wasn't designated as a threat. Thanks to the McSkimming case, people are finally believing that I was sane. Steve Barr is very likely to be charged in a few months. He's a millionaire: he'll survive. I'd hate for a bunch of low-level producers to join him. I accept that everyone's just anxious to be paid, but this isn't how showbiz works. Peter's more than willing to make it a gravy train, but only to win some goodwill. He honestly could do 70-80% of the work inside his computers. - It has to end. Sorry, nasty Wellington producers. Spent several days outlining to Paul's lawyers that I hadn't signed a deal. Ironic, given what I found out about the Sony producers.