Ever had one of those lives when you know everything and everyone conspires against you? I've been in Madrid for most of the last week and have to go to Seattle on Sunday. Got back on Friday night and as-per-normal called the 'chauffeur service' from the plane; by the time I got through heathrow the car was waiting... with very dull headlights. Chauffeur chappy said "we had to jump-start it". Oh Dear. I drove off and switched the lights onto fullbeam; the engine died- given this is a diesel ZX with a mechanical fuel pump that's pretty bad news since the engine died 'cos there wasn't enough voltage to keep the fuel solenoid open. Of course I go into panic mode and decide I have to park somewhere, anywhere, where the car won't be towed away whilst I think. I drive off on the A4 east and find somewhere to park. Turn the engine off and then check it won't start again. Of course I don't have breakdown insurance... Try to sleep in the car and realise I'm not 20 anymore. Look at the Holiday Inn and walk towards it, see a cheaper hotel further away and go there. Following morning call my BIL who comes to take me somewhere to buy a battery (I suspected a cell had died). Got a battery and fitted it, drove home. Turned engine off; wouldn't start again... oh well the alternator's fucked then. Pulled the alternator off and had a look; brushes were worn down; 160k miles does that I suppose. Phone autopart shops who want 100+ for an alternator; no one sells brushes or the combined brush/regulator thing. Cunts. Ended up getting an old alternator from the garage, removing the brushes from that, using a dremel to cut them down to a suitable size and fitting them to the alternator from the ZX. All fixed now[1] and I'm ready to go to the states tomorrow. Sometimes I really wish I was dead^w^w didn't know how to fix stuff 'cos it would be so much easier if I wasn't so tight fisted and was willing to pay others to fix stuff. Right... got to practice my presentation... God I'm pissed off. [1] I think; fair chance it'll die again soon I reckon. I've fucking had it with shite old cars.