f***ing ********. I lost my Mobile phone 2 days ago. Which ****** me off. A lot. Cock. Then, this evening, I take my best jeans out of the wash and, low and behold, if it's there in the wash. Cock. Alas to say, it doesn't work. Cock. But then, after I get out both my backup phones, neither of them want to charge or turn on. Cock. But then, with my last ounce of will to live, I delve into my old college bag and find my 5210. My old trustworthy friend which never let me down... I put in the sim. I plug in the charger. I press the on button and the old and scratched dot matrix screen... Burst into an amazing array of orange and black!!! Hurrah! I have a phone!!! And the sim works, I didn't kill it in the wash!!!!!!! However, the number of the pretty girl I chatted up at the weekend was on the phone memory and not the sim, with no way of recovering it. Cock.