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Going solar – our long journey from quote to install

Some background.

We moved house. That is where all this started, the house we bought was much bigger than our previous property and included another whole house on the side in the form of a granny flat, which is where granny lives so it is well named in that regard. The increase in the size of our house and having a whole additional adult human on site inevitably meant that electricity consumption was higher than we’d previously been used to. More than double, just about.

With that in mind, a few months ago we decided to look at how a solar PV installation might help us bring down those much higher electricity bills and, as the adverts kept telling us, the system would pay for itself and more.

The process has taken longer than we’d have liked, but in the end we’ve signed up to a system that we are happy with and it will indeed pay for itself and more over its lifetime. I was going to try and do the whole ‘we went solar’ blog post in one entry, but thinking about it I realised it would take more than just one session, I mean, you don’t know it yet, but there’s nearly 1500 words here already.

In this first bit I’m going to discuss the process of getting a quote, which can be much more ridiculously ridiculous than you might think.

Four quotes in to three.

We found there were two camps of solar installation companies. The first type is modeled on what appears to be a similar style as selling double glazing and is the reason we only ended up with three quotes and not four, which was our initial aim. The second is more like a traditional ‘we sell stuff you by stuff’ model, which I prefer.

Quote 1 – Would you like to go large?
I was cold called by a solar installation company, which as it happened was handy, they asked if I’d like a ‘no obligation’ quote from a ‘professional surveyor’ I agreed and a few days later a man turned up asking where my wife was. Bit odd.

Unperturbed by the lack of a wife at home he went on and on and on and on and on and on about the benefits of a solar installation. He showed me his electricity bills, pictures of his house and told me about an amazing store loyalty card and pack of free LED light bulbs that were included in the quote. So far, so very double glazing salesman. He put together a quote without so much as a glance at our roof, funny, but not too unsettling as the house and therefore roof is pretty big. 16 panels an inverter and all the work included came to about £9000.

Best of all during this quote was the call to his area manager (on speaker, naturally) to get an install code. ‘Can’t get government approval without them’ he said. Well, what would you know! They’d run out that day and only had the higher-tier codes left – this higher tier code meant we’d be getting black panels for a lower fee! But obviously I had to sign up there and then to benefit from this glorious stroke of luck. 

The Green Deal loan was talked about a lot and even though I knew that particular government promotion was dead – he seemed not to. I didn’t mention that I knew the Green Deal incentive had finished, he insisted all the finance would be really easy because of it.

There wasn’t much talk about the efficiency of the system only to say that it was ‘the most efficient’ and ‘reliable’ available and as it was manufactured in Germany was of a much higher quality than panels from the far east. There was no evidence to support this other than a vaguely racist implication that Germany is better at making stuff than the Chinese.

After he’d gone I received a call from his ‘assistant’ telling me that there was a ‘massive backlog’ of applications for green deal financing and that it could take ‘several months to process’ he seemed nonplussed when I insisted there was no urgency and that I could wait, ‘Tesco’ he mumbled were ‘doing good deals’ and hung up.

Quote 2 – The ghost quote

‘Is your wife here?’ Again? I thought. Still, this one was more insistent ‘Legally I can’t give you a quote unless both house owners are present’ Legally? ‘Which law?’ I asked. Well, turns out there is specific legislation ‘from the government’ regulating the sale of solar panels. He seemed upset when I insisted that this appeared to me to be complete bollocks and that he could give me a quote or go. A little surprisingly he went, but not before he told me about the ‘specifically designed system with unique panels’ these would cost £12,000. 

Quote 3 – Go local

A local company man arrived and didn’t even mention that my wife wasn’t there. The very first thing he did was ask to see the roof. So far so good. There was no hard sell and no mention of other systems’ performance, but what felt like an honest and open discussion of the best options for our house. There were two options that differed in price and complexity. The more expensive was for 16 panels and 16 micro-inverters, that is, each panel has a DC to AC module that then all feed together into the grid. The second and cheaper option was a 16 panel system with a ‘traditional’ single inverter setup where all the panels feed into one large DC to AC module before hitting the grid. The micro-inverter system was about £8000 with the single inverter price £1000 cheaper. This man knew the green deal was dead and was aware that the lack of any finance options was an issue for his company, but all the same the system was tempting.

Quote 4 – Cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

We were cogitating over the local installer and thinking about getting the more expensive system when my wife was told by a colleague that she’d just had IKEA round and they were good. Why the hell not we thought. I put my details into the website and a few hours later got a quote with the full price and expected returns.This  seemed at odds with the experience so far, they never even asked where my wife was. The next day a man from IKEA (actually a sub-contractor called Hanergy) was on the phone asking if the quote was ok. Well, the IKEA system was the cheapest so far at £6000 and it had the same returns, but it was 30 panels not 16. Turns out that IKEA use a different type of solar panel that is rated at 120v and not 250v, which the majority of others use. Some sales obfuscation later and the sales pitch was: though you needed more panels they work more efficiently with lower light levels because of the lower voltage. The IKEA system used a single inverter module. The only difference with the IKEA quote, from the others, was that in order to have it finalised we would have to pay a £100 deposit for a site survey. *Shrug* we paid the £100 and a man turned up with ladder and measuring tape and a notebook. A few days later we had the survey returned and quote confirmed. And here was the true clincher for us – arranging finance took about twenty minutes – naturally, this will depend on your credit rating, but a 10-year loan for the total was sorted and, well, after a few days we signed on the dotted for a system from IKEA.

The outcome 
Our experience of getting quotes for a solar installation varied from laughably 1980s sales pitch to flatpack modernism, but I’m glad we got a few just to see. If we could have arranged the loan with the local company we might have chosen them, but the hassle of doing that and the fact they were a couple of grand more expensive put paid to that. There isn’t much chat online about solar panels that I’d put a great deal of trust in as, to a point, there’s not much to be gained or lost in the technology when you’re looking at a larger system. Micro-inverters, single inverters, thin-film panels, black-panels they’re all pretty much the same. Though a few forum dwellers seemed to have very strong opinions on the ‘right’ choices these were often based on the ‘this is what I bought so I really need it to be the best choice’ flavour.

If you’re looking to make a fortune from solar on your roof, then, well, you’re out of luck. 

 

Can you smell astroturf?

It struck me when reading reviews online that many of them use similar or near identical language, which raised concerns in my mind. A number of times the phrase ‘multiple point of failure’ was used in relation to a micro-inverter system, but it didn’t seem to occur to these people that it would be unlikely for 16 inverters to break at once. Or, that if one breaks you still have 15 panels working, not something that would be the case if a single inverter system broke, then none of your panels would be working. Therefore a multiple point of failure system had its advantages. Still, one of the biggest factors on investing in our system was the ease of arranging finance and not necessarily the system.The generation targets and warranties were all much the same anyway, regardless of the system on offer.

The needle and the damage done

The Tour De France ended today in Paris and a nice man called Nibali won it. He climbed mountains faster than anyone and didn’t fall off over the cobbles, he even survived two days in Yorkshire. 

He rode the 2.276 miles in 89 hours 59 minutes and 6 seconds – for some context, today I rode 12 miles at an average speed of 10.1mph, with that in mind it would take me (assuming I keep that same average speed, which is very unlikely) the same distance would take me 225 hours 20 minutes and 47 seconds. With a following wind, no doubt. 

It’s quite the achievement, but the problem is that since Armstrong I no longer feel the same. I used to love cycling, the way the bunch swept up the inclines as if they weren’t there the way a bloke who has been leading by miles alone all day is sped past by a peloton in full force or the lone attacker on a huge col, a col so huge it is HC or outside the usual categorisation, winning by peddling faster up up up with superhuman effort. 

It’s the superhuman that bites. Armstrong was the superhuman superhuman and I believed in him, in his achievements. The look at Ulrich, the detour across the grass with Beloki prone on the road, the spectator and the strap of his bag. Pantani and the Alpe d’Huez. 

I loved it and no failed drugs tests seemed to confirm he was doing it on his own, the naysayers could moan all they liked, but science is science and not once in all the years was there a failed test, the arse cream aside, naturally. But then the big reveal on Oprah. So little so late. 

All of this and more has destroyed my trust in cyclists, probably unfairly but for all seven of Armstrong’s years in yellow it will probably take another 70 before I get too worked up about a winner of the tour especially as so many of them now have an * against their name. 

Such a shame as I’d love to not think that Nibali is on drugs, but I can’t shake the feeling that in ten years time there’ll be another * to add to the list of past winners of the greatest cycling race. 

Lance Armstrong Tour De France 2005

Dearest Kindle

I just don’t know how it happened. One minute you were there and then gone. Gone to the great LCD screen graveyard in the sky. There’s much and more to lament about your passing – so much pleasure in your bits and bytes and I mourn your untimely death in that very modern way by immediately trawling the Internet for a new model. You’ll be replaced, of course, but still, but still. 

We shared so much you and I. We’ve walked the trenches of The Great War and stormed the beaches at Normandy 20 odd years later. We spent horrifying months together on Peleliu in fox holes full of blood and guts and rain, oh the rain. We visited animal farm took the road to Wigan pier spent some time in 1984. We thought about the five people we might meet in Heaven. We’ve flown on the back of an eagle from Mordor to the Shire and played the Game of Thrones, we still don’t know who will win. We’ve ridden up big mountains with Lance Armstrong and discovered his big dirty secret on the way down. Gone back and to the left with Kennedy and Oswald. Touched the face of God and travelled into space aboard Apollo 13, made it home safe too, then just for fun gone on the other missions. Together we marvelled at the arrogance of power through Nixon and Bush and Clintons both. We fought Liston and prejudice with Ali and learned how to be a woman. Lived America’s great depression with mice and men, flown on a mockingbird’s wings and started Ulysses over and over and over. One day my friend one day I will reach that beautiful last line without missing out the main body, but not you. 

 

Kindle Broken Screen

Jon Ronson’s Frank Story WORLD PREMIERE (nearly) The Hebden Bridge Trades Club

The Trades Club at Hebden Bridge is a small spit and sawdust sort of place that a Guardian review would probably describe as ‘intimate’ a Telegraph one ‘unmistakably northern’. A Yorkshireman’s view would most likely be ‘shithole’ but in a cuddly and sympathetically warm and loving way. Bottom line is, The Trades probably hasn’t seen many world premieres, but there are always boundaries to be pushed and Rubicon’s to be crossed and so it is home to the very second airing of Jon Ronson’s Frank Story. Second because Jon admits to performing a warm up rehearsal of the show in Brooklyn, but that didn’t count because he was the only person in the room who had the slightest clue what was going on.

The story of Frank Sidebottom is thoroughly intriguing. Today he would be a massively popular, but un-winning novelty contestant on Britain’s got talent, delivered to millions for weeks, talked about endlessly in school classrooms and playgrounds, filling column inches in tabloids and weekly chat mags and then unceremoniously dumped out of the collective consciousness damned to open supermarkets or tour what’s left of the working men’s club circuit until bankruptcy and or a stint heading up Iceland’s advertising campaign thrust him ever so briefly back into the limelight.

Frank’s rise to almost fame from the margins is told with love and, importantly, first-hand experience by Ronson. It is a eulogy of sorts for the man who played Frank and Frank the character, Ronson flits perfectly between the two – just when Frank’s larger than life on-stage persona is set to steal the show Chris Sievey staggers back in to with a dose of real life to balance out the story.

It’s also a homage to Ronson’s youth, a tale of those ridiculous early days as an adult where preposterous freedom and, often, financial necessity breed situations that in retrospect seem utterly bizarre, but at the time perfectly reasonable. The story goes that a single phone call is all it took for Jon Ronson to drop everything and join Frank Sidebottom’s band for a life touring the North of England to packed halls of “nearly 500 people”

Whatever your connection or disconnection to Frank Sidebottom the story as Jon Ronson tells it is compelling, warm, sweet and a little bit bitter. The ten-year gap where Frank and Jon didn’t speak seemed glossed over, as is Sievey’s death from cancer and funeral. The installation of a bronze statue in Timperley belies, just a touch, the idea of Sidebottom as a marginal character too – Eric Morecambe was dead a long time before his hometown saw fit to immortalise him in a metal of any sort. A section about Jon’s Twitter argument with academics from Durham University felt incongruous and out of place as well.

Funny, fringe and a little bit odd this show is a wonderful tribute to Sidebottom and Sievey, the list of people he inspired or worked with is like a who’s who of TV, music and radio establishment, only he worked with them before they were famous.

At the end Jon asked if there were any requests or questions and without hesitation the man next to me demanded a singsong. Obligingly, Ronson played a verse of Frank Sidebottom’s I Should Be So Lucky and for a brief few moments the audacity and ridiculousness and shear fun of Frank Sidebottom was alive in the room.

 

Dates for the rest of the tour  

More on Frank and Jon

Apple to double Macintosh production to meet demand

I’ve been doing some research on the original Mac launch and found this little story by Eric Bender for Computerworld in July 1984. It’s nothing spectacular, but I do love the hubris of Jobs. An early example of his ear for a soundbite, especially the dig at IBM.

“It took IBM a year-and-a-half to get where we are in six months,” Jobs said.

Seeing high demand for its Macintosh personal computer, Apple Computer, Inc. plans to double Macintosh production capability by 1985, Chairman Steven Jobs said here at a press conference July 9.
Apple is approaching the 40,000 per month capacity the company predicted in January, Jobs said. “We are installing almost double that [capacity], which will be on-line by the end of the year,” he said.

Apple posted sales exceeding $400 million during its recently concluded third quarter, President John Sculley said. “When the rest of the computer industry was in a slump, we were up 33% over our second quarter.”

Strong sales
Sculley claimed that sales were strong across the company’s entire product line, including the Lisa personal computer, “a product we had a tough time selling to anyone as recently as seven or eight months ago.”

Apple’s recent exhibit at the National Computer Conference here was designed primarily to showcase software applications now becoming available for the Macintosh, Jobs said.
The company expects more than 70 packages to be offered within 90 days, Jobs said. “By year-end, we expect over 150,” he added. The number “will avalanche” in 1985, with more than 2,000 programs offered by year-end.

“It took IBM a year-and-a-half to get where we are in six months,” Jobs said.

Many packages “are not just simple ports from the [IBM Personal Computer], but innovative software written specifically for the [Macintosh],” Jobs maintained. As one example, he mentioned Filevision, a “visual data base” from Telos Software Products in Santa Monica, Calif. “You can create your own images, you can create a data base and link them together,” Jobs said.

As software becomes available, “we are starting to get important interest from large corporations, even though [that] was not one of our key strategies for 1984,” Sculley said.

Although company officials declined to mention any specific deals, Jobs said Apple is signing contracts with two or three large corporations each month. “We will have sold to 10% of the Fortune 500 by year-end and one-third of the Fortune 500 by the end of 1985,” he predicted.

“The first wave of Fortune 500-type accounts will be those who are very much like Apple,” said Michael Murray, marketing manager for the Macintosh division. “They’re risk-takers. They’re not dinosaurs in whatever industry they’re in.”

Copyright 1984 Computerworld, Inc.

Shipping Nest at Volume

I must be smoking the wrong sort of crack. Perhaps I missed all the Nest sells millions upon millions of units stories. Maybe the news that Nest has become incredibly relevant all of a sudden passed me by. 

Did Nest ship millions of units at high quality? Is there any evidence at all that Nest is any better at making high quality consumer tech at large scale than a. n. other tech company? Is 40,000 (unconfirmed) units a month large scale?

If not, did Google pay $3.2 billion just for Tony Fadell?

 

“oh man, only Nest and Apple can ship quality at volume” said no one before the 14th of January 2014

iOS 7 de-Forstalation

I think iOS 7 looks neat. Not perfect, but different enough to be a bold leap from what went before. The crowing comparisons with Windows Phone are an aside, features that Android has had for years unimportant.

Flat UI won’t be something you hear much in mobile phone shops.

Thankfully, now that developers and some SNEAKY journalists who aren’t developers at all have iOS 7 in their possession we’ll begin to see exactly how it well the de-Forstalation has worked.

Watching the wheels

How is it that we’ve come this far that so much has changed that technology has enabled such magnificent changes in our ability to communicate that more and more people have a voice and fewer and fewer people are disenfranchised that computers, once the size of a nice suburban semi in the suburbs, are now in the palm of a billion hands that you can now do such fantastical and mind blowing things as book a plane ticket from New York to San Francisco on a 3.5in screen connected to the internet wirelessly that you can then check in and board that plane using the same device and when you’re on the plane connect to the internet again as you cruise at 38,000 feet that you can keep up-to-date with friends from years back whom you would previously have lost all contact with that with a simple string of words typed into a web browser anywhere in the world you can search out just about any information it is possible to imagine which would, until recently, have required weeks and months of research and travel, how is it that

PEOPLE ARE STILL FUCKING ARGUING ABOUT WHICH COMPANY IS ‘BEST’ AND PICKING SIDES.

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Dear students,

We’ve barely met and now it’s time for you to go. Presently, the final final presentation has been presented, I’ll likely not see you in the flesh again until you graduate. A solitary certificate and thousands of pounds of debt are all you have to show for it. However, I wish you well in your future endeavours whatever they may be. In the few short months I’ve known you affectionately as “Level 6” your group has done stuff, some of it well. I kid, I kid, you were all awesome at what you did. Sometimes. No, really, you achieved something. Each and everyone of you showed me work that impressed. Ok, ok, some of it was embarrassingly bad, a total clusterfuck of inadequacy, but in an amusing way (for me).

It’s at times like this that students are often found looking for a direction some signposts to the future indicating where to go next. Naturally they look to their older, more experienced and wise beyond comprehension tutors to help them select the right route. Sadly for you, in some cases that is me. Frankly, you’re doomed and I say that with genuine affection.

To look forwards it’s sometimes best to look back and when I look back I think of what I didn’t appreciate after I graduated that I wish I had. Perhaps most prevalent in my thoughts is this: For those of you leaving education to get a proper job it’s now very unlikely that you will ever be asked to perform a task that doesn’t have some transactional value.

What do I mean by that? Well, you may, if you are lucky, get a job in the creative industry, however, your performance will not be graded on a sliding scale of numbers and letters, but in cash. Your value and contribution is now something that an accountant can measure – this can be a wonderful thing especially when you are down to receive some of that money – which will promptly be taken off you to pay for your education and other taxable items. It can also be a pain in the arse as your creativity is curtailed by ‘The fucking suits’, however, the faster you come to terms with it the better in my opinion. Learn what your ‘value’ is and exploit it. Also, you are now at the behest of people who will judge your work without knowledge, reason or, in some cases experience. Get used to it.

The other thing I wish I’d realised was that failure is often as good a learning experience as success. I’m not going to lie to you (well I am, but that’s my prerogative) not getting that job or, worse, getting that job and completely cocking it up and being fired can hurt like hell, it makes you want to hide away and feel sorry for yourself, just ask Gordon Brown, if you can find him. However, I’ve had more job offers off the back of ACTUALLY doing something even where it went tits up. Don’t wait for permission, do stuff – do it and win or do it and get it horribly wrong. Yes, people will mock and criticise you if it all goes wrong, but those same dickheads will be mocking and complaining if you succeed too. The cunts*.

Felix Dennis published a magazine and that’s the only difference between you, me and he. He’s very, very rich now and the only thing separating him from us is three security guards, a million pound mansion, 13 rottweilers and the fact he didn’t think ‘no one will like it I’d best not’ he thought ‘fuck ‘em SEND IT TO PRINT’ It’s marginally more complex than that, but you get my drift.

Know your weaknesses and ignore them. You have maybe a five year window where good people will give you the benefit of the doubt if you’re a bit shit at something but enthusiastic. Not everyone will, but then they’re cocksucking motherfuckers who don’t deserve your time. If, in five years time you’re still shit, well, perhaps reevaluate what you want to be before others do it for you and make you redundant.

It’s been a privilege to see your work even for just this short time, the things I have learned from you will stay with me for at least a week, maybe more – all of it was interesting and challenging in equal measure.

One final bit of advice: unsolicited advice is generally shit, ignore it at all costs.

It’s customary to end this sort of thing with a famous quote because you’ve run out of your own wisdom, often from the likes of Churchill – one of the less well known ones like: “Oooh Yes multi-car insurance is great” or “if you’re going through hell keep going” a personal favourite of mine is “never ever ever give up” however most inspirational quotes only apply if you’re willing to ignore reality. Charlotte Bronte, for example, said “I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward” when you think about it her neck must have ached like a bastard. Benjamin Disraeli liked to quip, “Sucess is the child of audacity” but really all that means is that Audacity must have been fucked at some point so be careful where you show your audacity off. Aristotle believed that “happiness depends upon ourselves” Doesn’t take a genius to work out what he means there, but if you do it too much you’ll go blind. Neville Chamberlin said “My good friends, this is the second time there has come back from Germany to Downing Street peace with honour. I believe it is peace for our time. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Now I recommend you go home, and sleep quietly in your beds” Which, if nothing else proves that politicians are much dumber than even we give them credit for, they are constantly thinking about bed and they lie about all sorts of shit just to get a round of applause. The greatest lyricist of recent time Olly Murrs has words of wisdom too “Our faith is the bullet, hope is the gun And love is all we need Now fear’s on the run We’ve already won Now march with the band, raise your right hand We’ve only just begun” No, I haven’t got a fucking clue either, but it’s pushed this post over the 1000 word count and that’s what matters. However, there is one quote I do like and even if it’s not quite inspirational poster material I have found it to be mostly true in any situation

“Decisions are made by those who show up”

Now go enjoy the future, it’s what you make of it.

*Sorry mum.

Jokes and frippery aside, I’ve really, really enjoyed working with you this past few months and for that I thank you very much, there is nothing better than getting up going to work and actually, honest to goodness loving it. Thanks

Chris Brennon, Broonon, Brown, Brennen Brennan