Power Prices

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A lot of people criticise the policy of privatising essential public services and breaking them up into their constituent parts – such as generation, distribution and retailing of electricity. They advance flimsy arguments about the higher cost of capital to private borrowers, the need for multiple layers of profit, shareholders’ demands for risk-weighted dividends, and the ease with which the gullible and the vulnerable can be ripped off. 

I say “Pah!” to these nay-sayers.  So electricity costs a little more… but look at the entertainment we now enjoy!  Once a year we’re notified that the price of electricity is about to increase hugely (most recently by 42% in our case).  That’s the whistle to start the game of Beat the Bastards.  This entails spending happy hours on the telephone – mostly on-hold but sometimes chatting to a fellow human – shopping around to find the best deal with another retailer; or being offered a better, under-the-counter, deal by one’s existing retailer.  Lazy or incompetent players lose many gaming tokens at this stage.

Fortunately there are coaches on the sidelines, calling out to us with virtual megaphones.  These are the call centres that compare rates, each paid by a group of retailers with a view to luring players away from their competitors.  They cold-call around whistle-blowing time, and in my experience do a pretty good job.  But the retailers don’t tell them about all the under-the-counter deals.  Of course.  That would spoil the fun.

Just as in Dig-Dug, if you do well in the game you’re promoted to a higher level.  In our case this meant getting a smart meter that allows a retailer to charge differential rates depending on the time of usage.  Peak time usage costs 2.2 times as much as shoulder usage, which is cheaper than off-peak. 

Intriguingly, peak time accounts for 14 out of the 24 hours in a day, so any heavy usage (by air-conditioners, washing machines, irons, electric ovens…) has to be restricted to the hours of 1am–6am or 10am–3pm.  It’s now 1140, so exactly 100 minutes ago I called out to Mrs SG that she could start the washing machine, and then the dishwasher.

I mentioned that the game is called Beat the Bastards.  I realise, however, that the game is won by the consumer who most efficiently adjusts his/her pattern of consumption to counter the imbalances between supply (especially solar-generated supply, which is abundant in Australia) and demand. 

So perhaps the game should be called “Follow the Pricing Signals that Minimise the Overall Cost of Energy to the Community as a Whole as Well as the Harmful Emissions Attributable to Burning Fossil Fuels.”  Not as catchy, but whatever it’s called the game has changed our lives for the better by giving us something to strive for.  It would be no exaggeration to say that we are driven to succeed in much the same way that Olympic athletes are.

Stroppy 2024!

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As we bid farewell to the Emmys the spotlight turns towards the Stroppys – or rather the Stroppy, there being only one such award for meaningless twaddle each year. After much thought and hand-wringing the winner is… drum roll… anonymous. Yes, that’s unfortunate, but I don’t know the name of the author of this gem, extracted from a report written for a certain international financial institution based in Washington DC:

James Joyce (portrait)

“A weigh station that is also a public check post shall undertake checks in its capacity as a weigh station unless it is established to the satisfaction of the authorised officer that the payload on the truck or combination being checked originated from the nearby urban agglomeration in which case the check shall be made in its capacity as public check post, and if the truck or combination is found to have committed an infringement requiring immobilisation then that infringement shall be waived and the truck or combination allowed to travel directly back to its loading point for rectification without penalty or permanent record of noncompliance.”

Marcel Proust (caricature)

At only 106 words this sentence can hardly be considered Joycian or even Proustian. But it makes up for that in its opacity, convolution, clumsiness and… well, let’s just sum it up as twaddledom.

I am indebted, not for the first time, to my long-term friend and sometimes colleague Ron Allan, who nominated this passage.

And here’s an unrelated thought bubble… I just read that the average human exhales 255kg of CO2 per year. That’s equivalent to an old-fashioned ounce per hour, so it seems plausible. 

Boeing 747: First roll-out (30 September 1968)

Back to the individual level, the average person exhales about 20t of CO2 over a lifetime. If this number is correct, our species is directly putting 2 billion tonnes of CO2 into the atmosphere annually.  This is as much as 800 million petrol-powered cars.  Or 90,000 Boeing 747s.

Perhaps a childless person who voluntarily undergoes sterilisation should be issued with carbon credits.  What do you think?

By the way, do you happen to know (or be) a film producer in need of a potential blockbusting script for a TV series? If so, please let me know.

Lacrosse and the Liberals

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I like our MP and I hope he retains his seat at the next election. But this flyer, found yesterday in our letterbox, appals me. On the back it explains that Burnside Lacrosse Club has received a grant of A$154,000 from the Federal Government to upgrade their changing rooms.

What the hell is the Federal Government doing funding local sports clubs?!!

I want to know when we’re going to have an energy policy; radical measures to combat climate change; effective law enforcement in the finance sector; and a defence capability to deter a big aggressive neighbour.

Meanwhile the lacrossers of Burnside can change in the comfort of their own homes and travel to/from the ground in their gear.