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Electric-Smetric

After more than a decade in various rented flats I have to say that I’m sick to the back teeth of living with electric storage heating, electric showers and immersion heating tanks. I know that from a landlord’s perspective they’re safer and require less maintenance than a gas boiler, radiators and a mixer shower, but enough is enough. The news is saying that this is the coldest winter in Scotland for ten years, and I can feel every negative degree of it in this flat.

It’s bad enough just now during the day when temperatures get up to about -2 or even freezing, but as soon as the sun goes down the temperatures are plummeting faster than Eddie the Eagle. Admittedly it’s nothing compared to what they’re used to in Scandinavia, but they also seem to know how to build houses that are warm in the winter. According to Google weather it’s currently -3°C here in Glasgow, and I can feel every prickly degree.

Having grown up in a house without central heating I’ve never been particularly bothered by the cold before. Usually I sleep more soundly, and it keeps a lot of the standard issue Glaswegian nutcases off the streets for a few weeks.

I’ve completely given up on attempting heating the flat with my storage heaters and have resorted to using a pair of halogen heaters instead. I’m sure in the fantasy land of the 1980s and 90s white meter heating made a lot of sense. Electricity prices were relatively low, and the future was all synth-pop and neon lights. I also suppose it’s also a lot cheaper to install when you’re renovating or building properties to run electrical cables for storage heaters under the floor than to install the pipes and boiler required for a central heating system. That however doesn’t excuse the fact that it’s ABSOLUTELY FUCKING USELESS. I don’t know how many of you reading this have every tried to use storage heating, but I consider it a nightmare.

The idea is sound I admit. The heaters run all night on the lower priced electrical rate and heat up a bunch of ceramic blocks or clay bricks. Then, when the electricity switches back to the day rate, a vent pops open and they start releasing this stored heat into the room. As the night rate is supposed to be substantially cheaper than the day rate this makes good economic sense.

That’s all fine and dandy, but in all the flats that I’ve lived in the storage heaters run all night racking up the electric meter, pop open about 7AM and all the heat is gone from the place by lunchtime. Now that’s marvellous if you’re an unemployed Jeremy Kyle viewing statistic, but when you’re leaving for work at 7AM and don’t get in till about 5PM you have to ask yourself, “what’s the point in running this shit all night?”

Admittedly my flat is also quite large compared to most one bedroom flats As it’s a converted warehouse it also has outlandishly high ceilings and huge sash and pelmet windows running along one side, but it still seems outrageously cold even compared  to the landing outside. The heat seems to instantly rush out of the huge windows as soon as I turn off the two heaters, and I’m sure I’m burning far more electric than I would be in a more reasonably windowed place. I don’t suppose the people that did the conversion thought much about energy efficiency or even the mechanics of trying to heat the place.

The storage heating is bad, but it’s possible to work around it if you’re willing to put up with heaters lying all over the place, which I have been for the last couple of years. What really gets to me though is the total lack of hot running water.

In the flat I have an immersion heater tank which is just what it sounds like. A big copper tank with an electric element inside to heat up the water. It’s painfully slow to heat, hard on the electric while it’s working, and you have to fire it up long in advance of when you’ll actually need the hot water. Even if you do sit around waiting for it to heat up the pressure out of the hot tap is negligible, and takes ages to fill even a basin to do the dishes. Not that I would do the dishes, or anything else with the water, because the feeder tank that supplies cold water into the immersion tank looks like this inside:

I shudder to think what chthonian horrors are festering inside that thing.

The worst thing in all of this I think is electric showers. I loathe them, and I don’t actually think I can convey in words just how much I loathe them. Specifically I loathe the fact that the water pressure is inversely proportional to the heat of the water. They’re fine in the summer when the water coming through the pipes from the main is relatively warm and the shower doesn’t have to go up very high to heat it to a comfortable temperature, but in winter it’s a whole different story.

I’m contrasting this with my folk’s house which has a gas combination boiler that produces hot water on demand. They also have a mixer shower which can be fiddly to get a comfortable temperature in, but once properly set can be both warm and produce a very good water pressure. Conversely my flat has a Triton TX7000i electric shower, which oddly seems to be the shower of choice in rented accommodation, and it sucks donkey balls. This particular unit is designed for, and I quote, “light and occasional usage”. The one in my flat has already been replaced twice, and I remember the letting agent commenting about there being a problem with it before I moved in.

To get any kind of useful heat out of it, while it’s freezing outside and cold inside, I have to turn the control dial almost three-quarters of the way round. This results in a serviceable amount of heat, but virtually no water pressure to speak of. I have to crowd right under the thing and wash a third of my body at a time. It’s quite a contrast from the other day when I more or less blasted the top layer of skin off when I set my folks shower on too hard.

OK, rant over, now it’s time to start looking for a new place.

Just Toasty…

Marvellous.

I’m back in my flat in Glasgow for the dog day’s shift between Christmas and New Year, and it’s colder than hell here too. I thought my folks place was bad, but this is even worse. According to my room thermometer it’s 6°C right now, and that’s with the fabulous electric heating on since I got here.

I really, REALLY, REALLY need to get a new place to live as this is getting ridiculous.

S1rentals.com here I click.

Needless to say I’m not even going to start about the fact that I have to work the next three days when everyone that my job relies on is on holiday. How I love sitting for three days in the office staring at the walls.

Snip Snap I Was having a Cra…

In an outstanding show of idiot power I’ve managed to snap the flushing handle on my toilet. I didn’t even press the thing that hard either; it just broke off as pressed it to flush the toilet. I hope this whole flat isn’t plotting to come down around my ears.

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No I have no idea why I thought this worth a blog post. I must be strapped for material…

Clean Pants At Last

The great washing machine drought of 2009 has finally come to an end today!  The letting Agency has finally gotten around to replacing the old beat up wreck with a shiny new machine.

That doesn’t mean I rescind my previous comments however. It’s still unacceptable to be floating around for three weeks trying to get some kind of action, and it’s even less acceptable for them to spend three weeks lying about what they’re doing.

Still at least I can now complain in clean pants.

Candy Can't Do No More…

My age old washing machine is playing up something rotten. It seems to have taken umbrage at me trying to wash more than two pairs of jeans at once.  I’m sure there’s a horrible burning smell in the air after the last load I put in it as well.

I had a look online to see if there was any troubleshooting advice about that particular model, but by the looks of this advert that came up when I searched it’s nearly twenty years old and past it’s prime.

Impractical, But the Penguins Love It

I’ve decided it might be a good idea to defrost the ice box on my fridge after it look nearly half an hour of wrangling and messing about with bowls of water to get a tub of ice cream into it the other day. It’s got to the stage where there’s more pack ice than free space inside and the chicken nuggets in this picture are frozen in place like some hundred year old antartic fossil:

Defrosting this thing should be an adventure in itself…

A place of your own

In recent weeks I’ve been giving some serious credence to the idea of buying my own flat. There are several underlying reasons for this but the main one is the fact that I’m growing tired of having to ask for permission from some shadowy landlord figure every time I want to do something. The flat came fully furnished so I can’t throw out the grotty, half collapsed old settee without getting the nod from the owner let it’s “value” comes out of my security deposit. The peeling paint in the bathroom and creeping flower like growth of damp patches above the shower make me want to reach for the DIY gear, but the lease prohibits it.

Please don’t get me wrong, I quite like my current abode, it’s served me well for almost three years now. The letting agency is generally friendly and for once they don’t feel the need to charge admin fees for every single little thing they do. I’m also perpetually grateful that they haven’t yet felt the need to increase the rent on the place either, it makes budgeting a lot easier when there’s not some asshat throwing a spanner in the works. I get enough of that kind of crap off of Scottish Power every quarter but that’s another rant entirely.

In past years I would have slapped on the old rocket pack and headed over to S1Rentals but a quick glance has shown very few places that look remotely appealing. To make things worse rental prices seem to be slowly climbing through Glasgow.

I currently pay £400 a month in rent for a small but relatively spacious one bedroom flat on the South Side. It’s within walking distance of the west end and the City Centre (well for me at least). Supposng for a minute that my rent were to remain constant at £400 and I stayed in the flat for 25 years (the dureation of a fairly standard mortgage). That means I’ll have shelled out £120,000 on rent alone. Last year one of the upper flats in the building was on the market for offers over £69,000. While out and about in Kinning Park, Ibrox, Finnieston and Charing Cross I’ve spotted quite a few flats up for sale in half decent areas that are in the £60,000 to £100,000 price range. It sounds like a lot of money, hell it IS a lot of money but it’s not beyond the realms of possibility even for someone like me. The banks seem to be becoming more and more cavalier with giving out mortgages. Naturally this has backfired on one or two of them, most notably in the recent case involving Northern Rock but I’m sure there are plenty of the other big banks willing to throw money out there for desperate first time buyers.

I’ve given the matter some though again lately and I believe that I would probably do alright with a mortgage for a couple of reasons. First and foremost is what The Kat calls the Tendering ProcessTM. I think that’s a polite way of saying I’m tight with money. I like to think that I’m more cautious and careful than tight. I like to weigh up my options, think about what I’m doing before I jump headlong into it. I’ll admit that it takes me three weeks to decide if I’m going to buy a pair of shoes or a DVD so imagine how long it’s going to take to decide if I want to buy a house.

On the other hand there’s the ever present problem of having enough money to afford to pay for everything within the house. With a rented place if something fundamental like the heating or washing machine breaks down, or someone tans one of your windows a short phone call will sort it out straight away. In my own place I’d have to find, deal with and pay off tradesmen to carry out the work. I’d be the one having to lay out cash for replacement appliances and in Glasgow I’d be the one shelling out ridiculous fees to incompetent factors.

I don’t suppose given my ever precarious financial position that I’ll ever manage to collect much towards a deposit. It’s something worth working on in the meantime, even if I don’t eventually buy a flat it’ll be a nice backup for when Scottish Power put the prices up again. It would be nice to have a place to call my own though.