Biting the hand that feeds you

Melbourne people who read the Green Guide (ok, so I'm really appealing to about 5 people here) may have noticed that the Melbourne-made police show Stingers gets a pretty good run.
I've noticed a lot of people write letters supporting the show, saying how much they love it, and begging Channel 9 to play it in a better time slot. One bloke even suggested there should be a Stingers in every mainland capital, ala CSI. I've looked these letter writers up in the white pages online and I can't find them. That's not unusual. Lots of people aren't listed. But still, it raises a bit of suspicion.
There are also lots of "insider" pieces in GG about Stingers as well, as if they have some kind of mole on the set, giving them glimpses into the future. So it's probably just a publicist, but they get a lot of mentions and as they say, you can't buy that kind of publicity.
So last week I nearly barfed when the cover piece was about Stingers; how a script goes from idea to episode. More free publicity for a show that doesn't rate outside Melbourne. Talk about media whores.

Then today, the cherry on top. That smug, egotistic prat, Peter Phelps, had the bare-faced cheek to criticise the cover story, because it didn't pander to the actors. He accused Andrew Bock's article of being imbalanced. (It was about the writing process, fucknuckle!) and then, OMFG, he said this:

"Performance is inextricably linked to that writing process. Your writer (Bock) has done a small disservice to our craft of acting by making it look like all actors do is have a round-table read-through and giggle and magically an episode appears. Your writer is most welcome at my home to see how further the writing process goes once an actor worth his salt works with these words."

Pass me the sick bag!

"We actors bring flesh, blood, breath to the words. As an exercise, have all the writers do an episode as actors. Cue laughter."

You mean-spirited little turd! I can just see the Stingers writers doing a coffee-spit all over the paper when they got to that bit.

Then he bangs on about how many people stop him in the street each day to say how much they love him (vomit, with chunks) and that "Not once do they discuss the merits or otherwise of plot device or scenic structure". Well of course they don't, you're an actor, not a writer. If I met you, I'd talk about acting (after I'd punched your smug head in) not writing, because hey guess what, you're not a writer!

And soon you'll be a waiter, because I'm predicting the demise of "Churchy" really damn soon!