I know society expects me to dislike a macaroni cheese pizza, but that looks absolutely delicious.

Yeah, but how happy would you be to suddenly receive a:

“Hi, apologies for the delayed reply, it turns out I’m really bad at replying to messages. Anyway, I would absolutely love to meet up whenever suits you best - although I do understand you sent that message in 2006, and circumstances have likely changed…”

?

It’s hard to tell. I hope somebody has left a trail of single notebook pages, diary pages and dictaphones scattered in various drawers and cupboards nearby.