Worst part

Was spending all of this week worrying that I was going to get another phone call. Combined with the jail threats that were being bandied about before I presented my evidence that the Greens are messing with me, I was on high alert the entire time, and that's just wrong. I still think I'm going to end up being called again, even though I don't see why. - Like, right now, my focus isn't politics (and Chloe). I'm enjoying the break, and the opera is definitely coming along. My anxiety about whether I'm going to end up in jail is still really high, though, and it was adding insult to injury to wank today and see references to the idea of allowing me to make a budget version of Weeded Out so that they're not breaking their promise of a paying gig to their friends. That ship had sailed. No film: only my book. -

Giving points to the MPs definitely didn't help build relationships, but it totally gave me an opportunity to become a critic rather than just a reviewer. I hope that it is somewhat awkward to meet my eye and know that I'm scoring them.

Question Time's a public event: I'm a member of the public.