I'm reminded by davywavy below
It was a recruitment company called The Restaurant People, and when I was of work and looking for a job, they called me at all times of the day or night to see if I was available as a silver-service waiter. As it happens, I'm a terrible waiter and I was looking for a job as a web developer anyway. Long after I'd found work, they continued to bombard me with daily emails, calls, letters, subscriptions, surveys and even "Restaurant People" magazines. Every time I asked them to remove me from their database, but it was like cutting hydra heads.

So with a bit of arcane web-fu and a lot of Googling, I found the personal mobile phone number of their Data Protection Officer*. Every time I received an email, I called her. Every time they called me, I called her right back. It took about two weeks before she managed to get her shit together and properly remove me from their database.

*I just love the fact that a Data Protection Officer had put their personal mobile number on the internet.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 7 Sep 2009, 15:07, 2 replies)

It's remarkably satisfying, isn't it?
(davywavy, Mon 7 Sep 2009, 15:30, closed)

sure is
great minds and all that
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 7 Sep 2009, 15:52, closed)