'If I had a friend like Ben...'

YIPPEE, many months on, and I'm finally back...on my blogsite...a little older, and hopefully just a little wiser - which admittedly might not be all that hard, I hear some say... . But be that all as it well may - yes, my technical cyber skills are infamous, almost a legend in themselves/in their own right - but, hooray...against all the odds, and all the scam-artists and viruses and other cyber-menaces seemingly constantly seeking to wreak utter havoc with this pleb's insatiable urge to write, to pen, to reflect upon the events and personas of the present day and age...I'm back, and more determined than ever... . And so, without further adieu, this blogpost is dedicated to an obscure computer technician I spoke with today on the phone, late in the day...and his many and various computer-savvy colleagues - but especially to himself, i.e. 'Ben' (without whom I'd be still utterly unable to type these words, to a local, national and - hopefully - international audience): though I cannot now recall each and every word and verse/stanza of one of the three (definitely non-typical, associated with the Jackson Five, and/or written for a special occasion, like the '85 Ethiopian Famine) Michael Jackson songs I ever cared for, as I used to sing along while tapping this 70s hit out upon our family piano back in my teenage years - [I could do a whole lot] if [only] I had a friend like Ben... . So thanks a whole lot Ben - and your other anonymous colleagues - and may you be blessed for all your well-appreciated if financially-uncompensated efforts for this lowly would-be blogger from nowhere (transposed = -as some have supposed- 'erewhon', though actually that should really be 'erehwon'), n(ew)z(ealand) - incidentally also the tome title of an old-fashioned nz-based 'sci-fi' of a sorts from the late 1800s, by the English writer Samuel Butler... .