I was scratting around in Facebook, as you do, and the ONLY name I recognised from my Uni days was that of my first boyfriend. He looked like Henry V and, well, let’s say he was the master of the mind-fuck.
25 years later, he can still do it. The only one of HIS friends whose name I recognised was my ex husband’s!
I don’t know about you, but I really do find that rather funny.