No means no, or: Tina is dead, long live Amanda

No, no greatest hits series. I refuse. I'm not doing it. -

NEVER. Stop fucking with me about this: I've said no, and that's what I've said.

I'm not the one trying to get paid for your benefit. No, I'm trying to do the projects I actually care about.

The acting isn't healthy for me. I'm not doing it. Nothing can persuade me, and I think anyone who thinks they're likely to 'fix' me is actually just exploiting an insane person.

That's the truth. -

I'm not doing it. Stop asking.

Seriously, that clause = no series. I refuse to use my original songs on the Tina show, therefore there is no show.

That's how serious I am. That's me the businesswoman telling you the pros to fuck off or fund Shipwrecked.

That is the only option I'm offering. 🐸 - Snark: I don't care how butthurt my critics are, the series doesn't exist to satisfy their selfish desires to promote their brands and businesses. That's why I've refused. 👍 It's not my fault that Covid decimated the tertiary and hospitality/tourism sectors -- maybe they should have been nicer when they were rich and I was poor, rather than trying to butter me up now that I'm still poor, but I've written something that might allow them to maintain their outrageous wealth. They can buy that script when I've published my book, use their own initiative and their own songs, and then make a series that satisfies them (while paying me a small royalty). - No live act. No tours. No gigs. I'm not interested. Start hanging out with me or leave me alone.

That's my threat. If you're my friend, then be my friend. If you want to jam with me, hit me up, but I warn you that I'm not keen to gig. I much prefer using my brain to make money than my music.