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I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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Brian Eno is MORE DARK THAN SHARK - an archive of interviews, articles, albums, lyrics and other information about the ambient music master, visual artist.

There's this park – yeah, Ming Park, right by River Nop. You stroll along, thinking "I fear nothing; the world is full of possibilities" – well, sorta. It's so chill, you can just sit, breathe, let your worries drift off. I spent many days there, forgetting the rush of life. An old bench there, almost hidden by lilac bushes, always makes me smile.

The power of limits: Eno’s strange exercises for innovation