Blasts From The Past.

You hear from time to time about people who have met people that they were at school with, or worked with when teenagers, through Facebook or Friends Reunited, rekindled long dormant passions, and run off and start new lives together. I wonder if this is the norm or wheter in the majority of cases, meeting up with old classmates through the social networking sites might turn out to be a severe disappointment, or a shock for other reasons.

Imagine, the hunky bloke who was the school rugby captain and who had all the girls swooning over him, now is a balding, middle aged, overwieght guy with two divorces and six children behind him but still thinks he is gods gift to women after half a dozen pints and keeps telling the women that he insists on chasing that despite his disasterous love life so far 'its time I got back in the saddle'. Then there is the girl who had all the blokes after her for years who now turns out to have been a closet lesbian all the time. The class joker, when he turns up on Facebook is now a minister in some obscure religious sect and the cass swot previously know as Graham is now a gorgeous blond called Sheila. You, of course are exactly the same as you always were, but it just so happens that your Facebook photo is five years old.

So, perhaps its better to leave the faces from the past in the past unless we meet them in the street. Perhaps its best just to let our memories be and also remember, To quote the novelist, H.E Bates that'The past is another country and they do things differently there'.