On the National Theatre's idea of art

Liz has spent the evening watching a play about rent boys with her mother. Quality family entertainment.

On evil stationery

Liz has just stabbed herself in the back with a biro.

On shell-shaped chocolates

Liz has decided Guylian fruits de mer are as far as she's willing to experiment with sea food.

On thinking far too much about the plot of Glee

Liz is struggling to suspend disbelief that Rachel can't recognise Idina Menzel's voice, when we know that Defying Gravity's her all-time favourite showtune. A ridiculous thing to worry about? Quite possibly.

On acting stupidly in the midday sun

Liz is tinged pink thanks to the sun and a teeny bit of embarrassment.

On being uncannily similar to Rachel from Glee

Liz: ‎"I'm like Tinkerbell - I need applause to live!"

On rare cricketing victories

Liz is savouring the presence of the phrase 'England thrash Australia' on the Guardian homepage...it'll probably be a while before that appears again.

On lessons learnt while hair styling

Liz has now learnt not to multi-task when one of the tasks involves super-hot curling tongs.

On friends' bizarre purchasing choices

Liz still cannot believe she witnessed the purchasing of not one, but three slankets this afternoon.

On the importance of exercising your democratic rights

Liz has a message for those who don't think their vote counts: Fermanagh & South Tyrone has just returned a MP with a 4 vote majority. That's FOUR votes people - how gutted would you be if you'd just not got around to voting...

On near disenfranchisement owing to fire

Liz had many thoughts going through her mind whilst locked out of the gym for an hour with just her gym kit & iPod. Catching hypothermia, dying from embarrassment by being outside in public in vest & shorts and wondering what caused the fire were sidelined by the fear that she might not make it to the polling station in time. [She made it - in her gym kit.]

On her inability to get through ticket barriers and the evil-ness of TfL

Liz suffered the double humiliation of getting stuck in a ticket barrier and being yelled at by a TfL employee this morning. In future she will not ask for help to get unstuck and will instead remain in the barriers all day...

On clergy encouraging political violence

Liz was encouraged by a vicar to kick any Conservatives she passed on her way out of church, but resisted the urge to do so. Moral high ground taken and faith in clergy restored.

On unsuitable film choices when broken-hearted

Liz reckons tonight is probably not the night to watch He's Just Not That Into You and will instead edify her mind with her film choice, possibly via something subtitled...

On sagely advice

Liz is enjoying the irony of the fact that she's dispensing the advice she should have taken herself an awfully long time ago. Clearly wisdom doesn't come with age...

On the damage summer does to feet

Liz has feet that are covered in a patchwork of assorted plasters - unicorns, Snoopy, Mr Bump, clear and cushioned - she's walking the fine line between needing blister protection and triggering her plaster allergy...

On moments of cheer during days of despair

Liz was suitably cheered on her long walk home by a random man in a cloak shouting at her: "Cheer up! I'm the goth - you should be smiling!"

On divine diets

Liz resisted ordering amazing pub chips at lunch, but it turned out God wanted her to have some and ensured their delivery. Free food's calorie-free though, surely?

On the parental dangers of blogging

Liz has just discovered her parents have weekly "let's discuss what Liz has written on her blog" sessions and keep score of how many times they get mentioned. How can this be normal?

On appropriate locations for whipped cream

Liz‎'s thoughtless comment of the day: "there's an appropriate place for whipped cream - on top of coffee in Starbucks is not it."