So... on my way home on Friday. Torrential rain. About 30 miles from home and pan starts popping and farting. Pull off of Motorway at next junction to pay some attention to it. Once the revs go down it dies. Tools were no fucking use and no flashlight. In the dark, on a slip road in the rain. Fan-fucking-tastic. Press starter and it goes click-click-click. Whoopee. Chap in a van stops and asks if I'm going far, I said "all the way"^W^W^W about 30 miles and he shakes his head. He offers a jump start, bike starts. Make the rational decision to carry on, on the motorway on side lights. Rain, wind blah-blah-blah. 18 or so miles from home it starts to cut out again. Lights off; too many cunts flashing lights at me. On to hard shoulder. Another 3 miles and it dies. Push bike uphill for about 5 minutes and shelter under bridge. Call AA, get recovered within about 90 minutes. Not so bad. Charge battery over night, try again. Bugger, battery is fine; on the Pan to get at the alternator you take the swing arm off... which is a herculean task (I think). Still, off to bike show on Saturday so don't look any further. Sunday morning, inspect a little further. The 55A alternator fuse has cracked due to stress and age. Bodge it for the moment and act relieved. Hoo-bloody-rah for that. *phew*