Phil, "Old, fat, bald" now that's no way to describe Shelley! I, however, as you are aware, am delighted to fit into all three categories.
Class re-unions, I have discovered, are best left well alone - I made the mistake of attending one a couple of years ago only to find that many of my school chums had forgotten me (others were still desperately trying to!), the young maiden who captured my heart and caused endless nights of lost sleep now weighed in at some 300 pounds and ran a fish and chip shop in a less than salubrious area,others were unable to attend for a variety of reasons, jail/mortuary/confused etc.etc. Everybody was attempting to outdo everybody else with tales of how successful they had been and all no doubt, like I, massaging the truth "just a little". No, the past is the past and best served by being left that way. But I did manage to throw a punch at "Stinky" Wilson in an attempt to compensate for years of physical abuse, so I suppose the event did have one merit!