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.