Three have provided Vodafone customers affected by this with a contract break letter they can use penned by Rufus Hound.
http://blog.three.co.uk/2014/06/25/hellothree/
http://blog.three.co.uk/2014/06/25/hellothree/
Quote:
“Dear Vodafone,
The end. Such a hard thing to start, no? Far more difficult than the beginning. Beginnings are so full of… Promise! Discovery! Excitement! But endings? Endings force us to accept that none of those things were enough. We were kidding ourselves. That the 2L bottle of ice-cold cola we brought to life’s picnic is now a half- finished flagon of flat, warm, syrup; topless and unwanted. The waste enkindling guilt. A thing for wasps.
It’s no surprise to me that we run to our record collections in these times. Sheltering from an unknown future in a familiar past. In 1979 two things were born. One was me. The other? Barbara Streisand & Donna Summer’s seminal “No More Tears”:
“I had no choice from the start, I’ve gotta listen to my heart, tearing us apart. Enough is enough is enough.”
Wise words. Wise, disco-y words. Maybe you thought that by increasing my phone bill I’d be too broke and broken to look for someone else. Someone better.
Or maybe you just weren’t thinking of me at all. God – that’s just so you.
Any chance we had to get things back on track disappeared a long time ago. I’ve been putting up with this for too long. I’m at a point now where I look back at all the things you’ve done and don’t feel angry – just sad that I lacked the self-respect to say “No more” sooner.
Well, no more.
Tear up that contract. Delete my email address. It’s over. It’s. Just. Over
Lots of love”
“Dear Vodafone,
The end. Such a hard thing to start, no? Far more difficult than the beginning. Beginnings are so full of… Promise! Discovery! Excitement! But endings? Endings force us to accept that none of those things were enough. We were kidding ourselves. That the 2L bottle of ice-cold cola we brought to life’s picnic is now a half- finished flagon of flat, warm, syrup; topless and unwanted. The waste enkindling guilt. A thing for wasps.
It’s no surprise to me that we run to our record collections in these times. Sheltering from an unknown future in a familiar past. In 1979 two things were born. One was me. The other? Barbara Streisand & Donna Summer’s seminal “No More Tears”:
“I had no choice from the start, I’ve gotta listen to my heart, tearing us apart. Enough is enough is enough.”
Wise words. Wise, disco-y words. Maybe you thought that by increasing my phone bill I’d be too broke and broken to look for someone else. Someone better.
Or maybe you just weren’t thinking of me at all. God – that’s just so you.
Any chance we had to get things back on track disappeared a long time ago. I’ve been putting up with this for too long. I’m at a point now where I look back at all the things you’ve done and don’t feel angry – just sad that I lacked the self-respect to say “No more” sooner.
Well, no more.
Tear up that contract. Delete my email address. It’s over. It’s. Just. Over
Lots of love”
