Haloscan, we hardly knew ye

Honestly, I swear these posts will get more interesting once I get over to New Zealand (if I ever fucking do - you have to bear in mind my ability to get lost on a trip to the bathroom, going halfway across the world is a right ask. Don't be surprised to find me ranting on about Richard Littlejohn and religious fundamentalists over at Insert Joke Here next Monday, having failed to understand just why a passport is so important in these situations).

Anyway. It's been brought to my attention by old workmate Max Hawksworth (hi Max!) that the shiny new surf control system his employer has implemented - which got me in trouble when the cricket was on - doesn't allow Haloscan, and so the comments link to every post doesn't appear. Since a hefty wedge of my audience (ie, 3) will be having a read of this blog at work, I've switched back to Blogger comments, which have had a recent revamp.

Quite why Haloscan is deemed a hotbed of obscenity that must be prevented from corrupting hundreds of employees and leaving them unable to reconcile the marketing budget is beyond me, mind you.

A recommendation

I tend not to trust websites with names like "cheaptents.com", much as I often doubt - cynic that I am - the veracity of claims contained in unsolicited emails that someone can supply me with all-natural products that will "add innches to yourr pen1s!!!"

In the case of Cheap Tents, it was the site name that got me slightly edgy - it's a bit too good to be true, you'd imagine the scam artists would have blagged that name long before any genuine retailers got hold of it. I guess this theory applies more to drugs and porn than innocent activities like camping, but I was still a bit leery - and the somewhat rough design of the site didn't help either.

Anyway, I was after an MSR Microzoid tent for the times when the trail huts are full (or when I'm just feeling a bit macho/drunk) and these guys had one for sale at £110, so I ordered one up, my legendary tightness taking precedent over my equally excessive cautiousness.

And damn me but it turned up three days after ordering, and I even got an email from the store manager making sure everything had arrived as promised. The actual company behind the site is the Adventure Centre in Warrington, and I wholeheartedly recommend them.

Don't worry, the entries from New Zealand should be more interesting than this. God I hope so, anyway.

Snark!

This has nothing to do with New Zealand or backpacking or any such wholesomeness. There are tossers in the world that need a Google-based slap, and by Christ they're going to get it!

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