Another session of trawling through the barely-half-remembered on Friends Reunited, an annual event. I see the names of those I shared desks with at primary school but I don't recall their faces, they were never part of my life, but I have some sense of them. I recall their smell. It's always with a sense of melancholy that I enter that site - never any real thought that I might recapture a former life. And I am usually a little choked with sadness when I leave.