So I got an SMS at 6pm this evening, saying "secret brian eno exhb at michaelis. come now." Consequently, I did sneak into the invite only special opening, which had great canapes, and was glad. I am posting a video interview with Brian Eno so that I don't have to explain the whole thing. Brian Eno is a cultural legend, genius in the words of Andrew Lamprecht, but I'm glad I didn't have to sit through more than five minutes, especially with Top Billing (suddenly interested in art) filming the rapt audience. I got out quick before I got to see my image looking stupid on TV, or worse, before I started to feel a bit too ambient. Brian Eno himself looks remarkably well-aged for someone who has lived such a drug-interesting life, not particularly ravaged, and smart in a pin-stripe suit. Rumour has it that the Bowling Club (that new cultural collective thing, if you haven't heard about it yet) is having dinner with the man himself. Not that that makes me bitter in itself, anyone is allowed to have dinner. But I wander vis a vis the Bowling Club, what is the point of having another cultural society that is elite and exclusive? Do you think by any chance I could polish your balls and get access to some of the fun?

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