Just.Jack. All tits, no sack. Slebs not plebs, her mental elf is whack.
She's still a wanker. What is it with woman*? I have a couple of women friends who call themselves Jack and my Nan (named Winifred) always went by the name of Bill.
But the question is, are her publishers interested in making money? It would appear not. To say, who would pay hard earned money to read the inane political ramblings of a professional selfie-taker? It’s weird. She’s hardly a successful cookbook author, hence the never ceasing begging, and just look how loaded actual proper successful chefs are. And that’s after years of peddling her credentials as a cook and with a leg-up at every turn yet, still, very few people give a tit. They see her for the charlatan that she is. She has a cult following, at best, thus it appears that her grand marketing strategy is just to sell a new book of nonsense to the same group of super-fans once a year. Well whoop-de-bleeping-do, some ‘writer’, one almost feels sympathy for the poor bastards who have chosen to feed her ego. The publishers enabling a megalomaniac to churn out rubbish year after year, one can only guess at their motivation.I think it may be a bit of a vanity project I.e. her publisher is letting her do something different to indulge her after all the cookbooks. They’re not obliged to publish it - and I expect they will want it to be more of a memoir than political commentary.
I do wonder how much her latest cookbook made. It was very cheaply produced, lowest production values possible, the cover price was low, and I don’t get the impression it has flown off the shelves exactly.But the question is, are her publishers interested in making money? It would appear not. To say, who would pay hard earned money to read the inane political ramblings of a professional selfie-taker? It’s weird. She’s hardly a successful cookbook author, hence the never ceasing begging, and just look how loaded actual proper successful chefs are. And that’s after years of peddling her credentials as a cook and with a leg-up at every turn yet, still, very few people give a tit. They see her for the charlatan that she is. She has a cult following, at best, thus it appears that her grand marketing strategy is just to sell a new book of nonsense to the same group of super-fans once a year. Well whoop-de-bleeping-do, some ‘writer’, one almost feels sympathy for the poor bastards who have chosen to feed her ego. The publishers enabling a megalomaniac to churn out rubbish year after year, one can only guess at their motivation.
Chattin titWhat the hell is she chatting about? That's all I can say. No one is going to republished your books under Melissa. Bore off hun.
Also in that net worth pic that's a few years old you can defo tell she's had her lips done.
She’s bloody deluded. In her mind, she thinks there will be a tome published in 200 years time: “Potatoes: the collected works of Melissa Hadjicostas (Vols.1-8), with original illustrations by the author” (“Celery. Edinburgh”, etc).What the hell is she chatting about? That's all I can say. No one is going to republished your books under Melissa. Bore off hun.
Also in that net worth pic that's a few years old you can defo tell she's had her lips done.
Maybe another Kickstarter is on the horizon and she is going to self publish?But the question is, are her publishers interested in making money? It would appear not. To say, who would pay hard earned money to read the inane political ramblings of a professional selfie-taker? It’s weird. She’s hardly a successful cookbook author, hence the never ceasing begging, and just look how loaded actual proper successful chefs are. And that’s after years of peddling her credentials as a cook and with a leg-up at every turn yet, still, very few people give a tit. They see her for the charlatan that she is. She has a cult following, at best, thus it appears that her grand marketing strategy is just to sell a new book of nonsense to the same group of super-fans once a year. Well whoop-de-bleeping-do, some ‘writer’, one almost feels sympathy for the poor bastards who have chosen to feed her ego. The publishers enabling a megalomaniac to churn out rubbish year after year, one can only guess at their motivation.