@Tom, I must have put that wrongly. There are no boots or shoes called hushpuppies in Britain at all, indeed as I said nobody would use the phrase over here.
Up until you mentioned these fried corn things, the only context I've ever heard the phrase "hushpuppies" used in is by american authors using it to describe people's shoes, I think Steven king does on occasion but it's not something I ever paid attention to sinse they're not shoes we have over here. As to why if this is an American make of shoes you haven't come across them, goodness knows, maybe they're sold in a different part of the us or maybe they're not a firm that's around anymore?
Either way, I'll have to make a point to try these fried things if I ever visit somewhere in the states that would do them, sinse they don't really sound much like anything else, only in Jamaican type cooking have I seen anything vaguely similar, and from your description it doesn't sound that similar.
Well played lots of choiceofgames titles today, plus am getting the train back. It's actually amusing, I started two games with the idea of beginning and then finishing on the train, but wound up finishing both early, albeit that in one I believe I got one of the briefer endings so will need to replay, anyway I have discussed that elsewhere so shal not repeat myself.
I will say it's great to have something to play on my Iphone. Yesterday i was stuck waiting for my brother sinse his bus was late, and while I probably wouldn't have wanted to put on my earbuds in the street and listen to an audio book or something, obviously there are better things to do than stand around and do nothing, and just holding my Iphone up to my earhole and playing a few chapters of one of the cog games with voiceover was fine, (of course nobody passing on the street noticed).
hurrah for portability, indeed I've just bought myself a spare Iphone lead to keep at my parents so I no longer have to carry mine around so much.
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)