I hate it when my friends become successful
I did actually bump into her a few years back at a bum-crushingly embarrassing primary school reunion that my friend organised by accident (long story). She was quiet as a mouse and painfully thin, and I didn't pluck up the courage to speak to her.
As soon as I saw the news, I rang my friend (the one who organised the reunion by mistake) and caught up with her. She was on TV herself, in fact, last year. She was the only sane one in a show about Findhorn and she's still living there now, on the beach. While I laugh at the hippy dippy faery frollicking stuff that goes on there, I am actually rather jealous of her rural, idyllic existence. Which is why I took the opportunity to invite myself up there at the next available opportunity. Good old Laura Solon.