I am not a happy person this morning. The fianceé spilt a pint of ribena over my laptop, result one useless LCD, one broken keyboard and goodness knows what else. It boots, but I can't login. If I try to access it remotely via Terminal Services the stuck keys cause the keyboard buffer to overflow and Windows to crash (at least I hope that's why it's crashing).

Estimated repair cost: €1000. She's paying, obviously. In more ways than one. There's not even a tax credit in the UK any more for being married. Now you can see the reason for not wanted expensive, breakable wedding presents, I'm marrying someone with less co-ordination than a drunk donkey with its legs tied together.