On seeing her name in a hearse

Liz is not sure that it's a good omen to have walked past a funereal flower arrangement spelling her name this morning.

On inappropriate nakedness on the BBC

Liz has just seen a half-naked Methodist Minister on the BBC and thinks this was quite, quite unnecessary!

On the endless problem of matching socks

Liz has completed the thankless task of correctly pairing a pile of black socks with a myriad subtle differences, but still has one lonely sock left over.

On the BNP's appearance on Newsnight

Liz is wondering who exactly is an 'indigenous Briton'? As a descendant of a Flemish weaver who emigrated here 400 years ago, this Briton most definitely isn't one and doubts Nick Griffin's one either.

On her first Scrabble victory

Liz believes her cackling might be heard across the nation...she may finally have won a game of scrabble - with a final word totalling 91 points. Thank-you and goodnight..

On the return of legwarmers

Liz is, for the first time since age 6, considering leg warmers as practical ankle wear and wonders if her grandmother can still knit them.

On very early trips to the gym

Liz has set a new record for arriving at the gym - 7.18. Smug? Very.

On new shoes & new dawns

Liz is celebrating a bright new Tuesday morning with bright (red) new shoes.

On the death of Stephen Gately

Liz thinks that no matter what your views on Boyzone were, today is a sad day

On being a good Girl Guide

Liz is attempting to fix her favourite purple shoes with the aid of an elastic hair band and a swiss army knife. Surely there's no reason why this won't work?

On post-holiday smugness

Liz is loving responding to compliments on clothing with "oh this? I got it in New York..." and wondering how long it'll take before people want to hit her?