When I was 12 I discovered you could find almost anyone by finding out roughly what town they live in, and their last name. From such limited information you could quickly deduce the exact house, if not at-least down to three houses where they live and then rudimentary conversation could reveal details about their home which identify from the three. My favorite tools for this task was the phone book and the electoral records, the main difference being is the phone book revealed the phone number for the address, as the electoral records revealed the names of other members living at the house.
I remember a few occasions from Ashgrove School where I tracked down members of staff and visited their home addresses in Barry, much to their surprise I often left strange gifts if they failed to answer the door, anything I had on me at the time really, there was a class room support assistant called Sharn, she was a moderately pretty welsh girl by English standards, and her sister was maybe a little better looking, around the same age, but I left a chocolate cupcake, well two or three, by her door … much to her horror as I was to discover. I guess I never really considered how creepy it could come across, I just enjoyed the challenge, people didn’t think I would find them – and that’s exactly what I did. I was always quite out-going, friendly and I guess sharing of the items I was going to discard.
I guess I lost a lot of interest in breaking privacy boundaries of people when I was younger, as I quickly learned that people have less interesting lives than I imagined, and the time invested to peer into one’s private life certainly is not worth the effort unless there is a monetary gain to be had (in this capitalist world).