To Whom It May Concern...

..and you know who you are.

Stop contacting me. I mean it. It's not fun any more. It hasn't been for a while. You are freaking me out and more importantly you are freaking GroupieGirl out as well.

It is NOT ok, for example, to continually send me tweets demanding my phone number, as you did a couple of months ago. Nor is it OK to bombard me with "can we still be friends" messages. We can't. End of. Just accept it. There are another six billion people on the planet you can contact, yeah? Leave me alone.

It doesn't matter how many identities you create - you've already got three on the go, and I'm not going to name any here, because I don't believe in naming and shaming - I'm not interested.

And incidentally, what you described at the time as "just mild flirting" was nothing of the sort.

Kindly stop messaging me on Twitter and last.fm as well, especially when you're drunk. You may not realize this but I am six hours ahead of you, so it's early morning when your missives arrive here. Which is why I didn't want to give you my phone number.

You are annoying me, and scaring me, and you are making me seriously consider not posting any more material to any more social networking sites, or this blog. I rather doubt I have many readers who would care if I disappeared, but I will if this continues.

Please. Stop. Now.