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One of the things I hate about the pitch that Wellington made about the Tina film - other than the pitch not involving any face-to-face meetings (or valid contracts) - is that these privileged sods constantly bitch that I'm immature, and that I should grow up, yet they're the ones saying I can't rejoin society unless I play a younger version of myself.

Tory should accept some responsibility for this insulting bullshit that her idiot friends are saying to me via back channels, as should the Green Party if my enemies are currently working for the party as staffers.

In fact, Tamatha should fire them. Maybe once they've spent a year on the dole, they'll grow up and realise how selfish they've been, apologise and actively work to improve my outcomes as a composer, writer, editor, journalist, cinematographer and VFX/animation artist.

I like to sing, but I've never wanted to make a living from it...

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The pressure to professionalise my voice is why I'm angry at Barbara. Cass and James made actual noise complaints, even though they were never referred to me.

The Wellington Police department has simply never spoken to me or investigated me over the bullshit claims that Red Scare, conservative parents or various musicians may have made regarding my penis, my behaviour or my voice memos.

Honestly, I'd say that's the biggest perk of my fame from 2020. Everyone knows that I'm a street performer, plus my protests are non-violent, and that allows me to get away with things that other people probably couldn't do.

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I know I sing well. So do lots of people. I dislike opera, so I'm not into doing that, and I feel very similarly about modern musicals.

It's a party trick: if people want me to bring out the big guns, they should invite me to parties, including political events, though honestly I think that political party events are largely lame (but have pretty good catering).

I realise opening for a big star would be lucrative, but they'd have to persuade me.