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Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.

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MY SHISH WALTHAMSTOW RESTAURANT

25th June 2025

This is a declaration of war.

The establishment called Myshish, in Walthamstow, has allowed, and indeed encouraged, their member of staff to abuse me.

On the 31st December 2024, I made my way to their venue, as per booked in writing, by their office.

I was exhausted, after 4 hours of sleep, a gig on the same day, and severe abdominal pains due to fibromyalgia complications. I forced myself to attend, because of duty.

Indeed they had booked me at the very last minute, presumably because some other dancer dropped off; but being a professional, I honoured the gig.

I zigzagged from Kings Cross, to Kensington for my props, to my home in South London, then to their restaurant in Walthamstow. I walked 15 minutes from the station, including 5 horrifying minutes in darkest woods with no lights.

After dancing 5 minutes dancing, a young waitress with false lashes desperately glued to her face came to instruct me to stop, upon request from her boss. As I waited in the kitchen area, the manager came out of the DJ booth. As soon as he approached me, he started shouting at me: “WHAT WAS THAT?!!?...” He went on to berate me and tell me off like a 10-year-old without their exercise book, calling me the “worst dancer on the planet”, and also a “SCAMMER” and a “THIEF”, about 5 or 6 times. He told me that “Anyone on the planet could do this better than [me]”. In my opinion, and according to my observations, the man’s a recurrent abuser. He was vile, demeaning, insisted on belittling me, whilst I was begging him to listen to me. I tried many times to tell him that I was PROMISED payment IN WRITING. I tried to explain that I had walked and walked, and spent money on the train. He refused to pay me, over and over again. The agreed fee was £200, half the price for the specific date. He cut me off whilst speaking, over and over. When I finally told him to “shut up”, so I could finish a sentence: he ERUPTED into a dark rage. He obviously could not believe that I had dared to order him about.

That man displayed some clear sadistic and narcissist tendencies, and it is my opinion that he should NOT be exposed to the great public, which would include vulnerable people.

There are incidentally, a few reviews complaining about his aggressive demeanour towards customers who had complained about the food or service.

The young millennial staff member with the large fake lashes kept waving her hand in front of my face, ordering me to “leave it!”, as is I were her subordinate. I dare say, she is half my age. She shouldn’t feel so emboldened to act like this towards me; not in a healthy, non-racially-biased environment

I have done this job for over 20 years. I have trained for my craft; made, bought and repaired my costumes. I have had glowing reviews from previous clients. I have tried long and hard to put this unpleasant incident behind me. I have NEVER been treated in that fashion; nor have I ever heard of any performer being so personally BERATED by a client or employer. The very fact that the company themselves, MyShish, JUSTIFIED their employee’s behaviour, instead of retracting his statements: after my written complaints to them, after my written reviews about them: to me signals quite clearly that they should be out of business.

It is also my impression that they have never hired any Black dancers, for the venue, before me. As per their social media, I believe I was the first dark-skinned dancer to grace the venue. Even for their Tropical night, they had European dancers, in feather costumes, cosplaying Caribbean or Brazilian dancers.

I know the business far too well, to know that dark-skinned dancers are often shunned. I also too often hear from clients who do not want anyone “too” tanned (I run a small dancers agency).

I have been offered my travel money back, by MyShish, after my formal complaint to them. If the manager in question had not so vehemently accused me of being a criminal; if he had not been so hostile, so personal in his verbal attacks; if he had just given me £20 for my travel, right there and then: I would not still be complaining about the enterprise as a whole. I would not even complain about the man himself.

There were many opportunities to send me a written apology. Now 6 months later, I am still chasing my money, via an Employment Tribunal. There is a preliminary hearing at the end of July, next month.

Every day is a reiteration of that awful series of statements on my person, my skills, my alleged criminal behaviour. Everyday is a refusal to pay me.

As the New Year 2025 started, and celebrations exploded around me, I was walking back to the station, in tears, questioning my self-worth. I did not sleep a wink for the next 24 hours.

This was abusive, thoroughly unnecessary, and unacceptable attitude from a manager who represents an enterprise. It will never leave me. All I did was show up for a job, an honest job. I was treated as would be a criminal, with absolutely no retraction.

So go ahead, MyShish: SUE me for defamation.

I shall be waiting. Go ahead and spend some money on me, for once in your life.

As clearly stated above, IT’S WAR.

Sandrine Anterrion

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It is a sad state of affairs when religions Worldwide are reviled, in forums of modern public opinion; whilst idols of meagre calibre are elevated to worship status. Beauty, even store-bought; talent, even basic; Internet popularity; or infamy: all are better nowadays than an actual deity/ emotional perfection platform. Indeed those mass graves of intellect are drowning children, adolescents and adults alike; into a miserable pit of neo-abstract superiority, a veritable illusion of existential experience. To make themselves acceptable as relatable items of humanity, they inevitably create and repeat hashtags. Should you wish to be taken seriously, just add "mental health awareness ", "LGBT issues", "feminism ", or "activism", to your public profile. Disgusting behaviour, pandering blabber; and voilà! You're looked upon as a modern-day Saviour of Mankind. My point being: Everybody needs a religion. Everyone needs to worship someone, or something. I wonder if its worth looking for something of value, to bow down to. Embrace your fears, your difficulties. Look within. Keep seeking. Working from the outside in: can only work for so long. My homeboy Blaise Pascal demonstrated it first: Mankind needs someone or something to look up to. We're otherwise lost. Seek wisely. Do not worship losers. Check their characters, before clinging to them. This also applies to personal or professional relationships, by the way... The latter can easily become altars. They can also devour your soul. The Self is a monster. It needs feeding, always. It can be a fountain of greatness, but can destroy you as a being, others around you; if you're not very careful with your choices and your associations. That Self needs constant attention. It needs reigning in. It needs caressing, caring; but also framing. Reaching out to others in need, is also a great way to build said Self. Watch what your idol incites you to do. Do they tend to lean towards selfish behaviour? Do they worship sexuality? Do they teach you to exploit others for your own selfish desires? Be careful where you take your Self. If the idol takes you to deception, self-destruction, self-hatred, or even self-worship: you could be in big trouble, in the medium or longer term. Should your idol fail to teach you ways to grow intellectually, emotionally, spiritually; then what will YOU become, whilst they accumulate their millions?...

The above are:

Excerpts from www.dontmesswithmyname.org

Copyright Sandrine Anterrion 2025

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I still suffer through post-traumatic thought processes, on a daily basis. After what happened at the church, I think every day about this unhappiness, the way that people I cared about SHUT me out after I told them of serious issues. Never will forget about this cruel, isolating behaviour. Evil behaviour.

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May 2025 orchestra conductor Baton study. Work in progress, timing and downbeat etc... Not working with a score, or copying anyone in particular.

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Boy at the Altar concept art sketches by Sandrine Anterrion www.fashionillustration.org

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Snake arms and floreos, choreography research. www.redglasssky.com

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Sandrine Anterrion writer in London speaker www.midnightnotebook.com

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Illustration samples by Sandrine Anterrion

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Location research at St Dunstan in the East.

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Stage and Film concept sketches/ mood boards by Sandrine Anterrion. www.IMDb.me/sandrineanterrion

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NEARLY 50!! August 2024 Self-portrait photoshoot. Www.midnightnotebook.com

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Opraaahh!!…

Verdi's Requiem Aeternam: The ultimate exercise in (self-)soothing.

The soprano voice role reaches down to the deepest of vulnerabilities; to carry you the listener onto an assertive personality stance. As her power gently develops, she also takes time to soothe, console and repair...

Only great minds such as Verdi's could deliver this level of modern motivation speaking, in music form.

Giuseppe Verdi: the Original Oprah Winfrey.

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HOW TO DO BRANDING: OZARK

1.Remove ALL Humanity

2.Replace with meaningless, futile possessions (motivations behind greed)

3.Layer with bones, and other universally-alarming stimuli

4.Parallel the bones and bodies with fickle symbols of monetary wealth

5.Present with cold, calculating psychopathy

6.Do use geometric graphs to wrap all your ingredients together

7.Avoid bright colours at all costs.

8.Make sure anyone, absolutely anyone (no matter their cultural background) can identify with your graphic sentences 

9.Shift the ingredients around, to further destabilise the viewer; and increase suspense.

10.Jason Bateman

Text copyright Sandrine Anterrion 

Photo copyright Netflix, Fred Davis

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Excerpts from "Jobs" page,

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Telemarketing work in Wimbledon: having to speak to desperately-lonely seniors, trying to sell them subscriptions to Readers Digest. Having to lie to them about winning substantial cheques, hearing their little voices light up with hope; all the while knowing they’d only get 10p in the post, if at all… Preying on people who confess to you (a complete stranger) that all their relatives, friends, and spouse had now passed away; so they would never be able to find anyone to sell the magazine to. They do so (talk to you about this) because they have no one else to talk to. [The latter event was not an isolated occurrence: it was in fact quite repeated]. Having to sell credit cards via fake prize gifting: exploiting vulnerable people in their literal desperation. Altogether a very depressing experience, and dare I say a very inhumane treatment of gullible souls. I did stick to that job for a few months, in the late 90s or early 2000s.

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