I have friends. Men, lady friends, friends of all races, and all persuasions. Friends in London, friends in Moscow and I know there are a few, in Sitiawan Perak. Once in a while, these "friends" of mine will call me out for what they think I am...that senile old fool in Melbourne who does not walk his talk...and they challenge me, if I dare, to come back and say what I want to say to their face and see what they will do to me. All these are like water off a duck's back. When you are a blogger and write your heart out...you get all kinds.
And then there is Joe...that's him saying good morning to me playing some riffs off one of rocks standards which sound vaguely familiar - but, for the life of me, I cannot recall. And it brought a smile to my face. I made a silent promise to myself that Joe and I would, at the very least, shoot the breeze together at some Mamak joint in Bangsar if, and when, I am back in KL. And, after, in the Malaysian way, we will argue over who will get to pay.
With friends like Joe, life is good.
It's "Smoke on the Water" - Deep Purple
Aww..mng chif..that is pink floyds 'comfortably numb'. V much looking fwd to you coming home. 😍👍🇲🇾