I was on the edge of a rather hairy deadline when disaster struck. Tired of being cooped up in an office, I had determined to complete the home stretch down at the local public house. This turned out to be somewhat unwise when a half-full schooner of golden ale spilled mercilessly over my laptop (a function of innate clumsiness, not inebriation, I assure).
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