My friend, H.

My friend,H.

Aaaaaaagh! Bloody Blogger has deleted a reply from my friend H, and I can't retrieve it. 

As best as my failing hippocampus can dredge from the forest of my neurofibrillary tangles, it was an attempt to present an image of how I see my friend Herajasa (a name which sounds like the answer to a Sydney Morning Herald cryptic crossword puzzle). 

I see him as a version of Michael Caine - calm, tolerant, reliable, wise. 

I attached the above image of Barney Rubble to tone down the sycophancy.

(After all, real men don't display girly emotions like admiration, do they.)

However, to be fair to blogger.com, it may have been partly due to my twitchy thumb.

But whatever, H's masterpiece of wit and repartee shouldn't get the death penalty for a simple thumb twitch. 

We can only hope that this atrocity is not the precursor of further atrocities to come.

Fortunately I am blessed with a memory as retentive as a steel trap. 
H's reply to my post was "Like looking in the mirror".