This is a personal post for a new reader named John D. from Northampton, England who wrote us an email yesterday after he and a colleague surfed their way to our blog while at work, and while the UK's economy continued to drift ever closer to the rocky shores of recession. It is also holds a rather delayed thank you to our friend Karen who has made a dream come true. Much like the linguistic lottery that is a Google search, today's tenuous and common threads will be, Northampton, footie and footwear. So read on if you wish to get mired in the minutiae and frivolity of my personal correspondence.
Although we get a fair number of people coming through Nova Clutch by purpose or by chance, we don't seem to get a lot of comments. Therefore when someone does take the time out of their busy, or not so busy work schedule to write us, we feel somewhat obliged to answer. Without further ado, here is an ever so brief follow up to John D's questions.
Q: Who is the talent and how do you keep the blog looking so crisp?
A: Nova Clutch was founded by Natasha, Sweetu and myself as a natural extension of those parts of our lives that we hold to be important and meaningful. We have since asked a number of like-minded people such as Melissa and Therese to join us. Although I can't fully account for the crispness, I have a feeling it's because we use lard instead of vegetable shorting. Or perhaps that's why it's light and flakey.
Q: Why don't you have a section on the beautiful game, are you sure you are a true Brit?
A: Like you, Sweetu hails from Northampton, but supports Manchester United. As you pointed out, there is not a lot to cheer about in Northampton these days. Natasha grew up in Birmingham, but thankfully she is devoid of that particular accent and a need to support Villa or City. In fact, she does't really fancy the game or even a pint, therefore I often question her "Englishness" as well. Although I am American, I have been a Liverpool supporter since I was a kid. I also have a soft spot in my heart for Crystal Palace. I am one of the few people within my circle who can actually remember the day when they fielded a side to be reckon with (78/79). No disrespect to the skills of Dougie Freeman. As for Liverpool, I was young, impressionable and loved The Beatles. What can I say? What better way is there to pick your team when everyone else around you is playing and watching American football, baseball and basketball?
Dear Karen, thank you for getting me the Church's from your hometown. Do you know our new friend John D? No? Anyway, I'm sorry I didn't say thank you earlier. Since I have shown myself to be an ungrateful friend, I thought a public apology would help in set things right. I love them, they fit, they are a dream come true. I hope that someday, when they are well worn in, they can burn with me on my funeral pyre. Perhaps my deathbed post can be about how wonderful there were, and how well their quality construction and distinctive style served me throughout the years. Maybe a little something about the handcrafted workmanship, the considered and beautiful detailing. Perhaps a quip about the smell of "new" that wafted from the "keeper" box as I looked upon these classic beauties. Or maybe a cleverly-crafted line about the stiffness of the leather soles and uppers that would eventually take to the shape of my foot and particulars of my stride to become something of a first-rate second skin. Something to think about, something to be remembered. Thank you.
For the rest of you that have made your way through this self-indulgent post; well done, you have shown yourselves to be more patient and dedicated to this blog than I could ever be.