been to pc world and the guy there was about as usefull as cancer

"£100 for data recovery and it probably won't work, but we can farm it ou for £700 and it still might not work"
"so what do i do with this peice of shit that's now sitting here doing the grand sum of fucking up my life? you can't tell me if it's recoverable but you can't tell me if you won't wipe it either? what sort of muppet show are you guys running?"
"please do not swear sir"

"i've got virtually every single picture of my son on there for the past 2 years, including the ones when he was inside his mothers stomuch and 2 minutes after he was born onwards, soswearing is really the last of my fucking worries, if you know that usb drives are virtually unrecoverable then why don't you say that in big fucking letters above the ailse where you stock them? why do you sell wank like this one that doesn't have an on/off button and yet stand there and say that is the most likely cause?"

at this point, little kids in the queue behind me were crying and security made an apperance, so i exited stage left absolutly fucking fuming

i am now in hiding at the other house because the mrs has said basicly get the pics sorted or don't come home, so i'm not going to go hme because you know women are a bit bonkers when they start talking like that

i shall try the option of leaving it overnight to chill out a bit and then see if it works in the morning

and theni shall give it a bit of a slap to see if it works

but otherwise, what are my options?
do these data recovery peole that you see on csi and shit like that actually get data back? i would say money is no object but there has got to be a ball park figure or an upper level after which things start to go out of all resonable sanity surely