Though I must castigate my brother on behalf of vitamin c for cats
all women, I feel compelled to be a little bit proud of his (slightly skewed) methods of ridding himself of the unwelcome attentions of a 20-something Swedish girl. (I know, I know, I'm sure there are plenty of people out there wondering what is wrong with him. He's 22 - that should explain it.) They had gone out a few times and his intrest had waned (the language barrier didn't help) and she had previously arranged to go back to Sweden for Christmas - so he heaves a sigh of relief...however...
[he writes]

'Anyways, she went away for Xmas /New Years and she was SMSing me from Sweden, 'Merry Xmas', 'Happy New Years' etc, etc, and when she SMSd me saying she was coming back to London. And, because I didn't really want to see her again, I sent her an SMS that said.....'THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM VODAFONE. THIS PHONE HAS BEEN STOLEN/LOST AND HAS BEEN CANCELLED BY THE ACCOUNT HOLDER'. Whether she knew it was me or not I don't know, but trust me, it was easier for both of us that way.'

I must admit I find this a combination of heartless and inventive *sigh* - must be off - am meeting the guy whose Nokia 5110 I just bought on ebay - apparently he's tall, and will be wearing a grey t-shirt? If his name was Clive Owen, my heart might have fluttered, but as it was, I just told him to look for a tall chick in a brown dress (mmm, hugely tantalising ;o)....