Thinking Allowed

Now is the winter of our discontent - and there's plenty to get upset about.

I always wanted to wear glasses, growing up. I felt it would mark me out as the intelligent being I would one day blossom into, writes Liz Breslin.

Eighty-nine years of bridge jumping and a sign is trying to stamp out decades of local history with no consultation or sense, writes Liz Brelin.

Once upon a time, I was at one of those meetings where people do that icebreaker chat that goes - Tell us a secret about yourself. This was my big reveal: I love watching Next Top Model, writes LIz Breslin.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, writes Liz Breslin. The fridge is stuffed, the house is full and the car parks in town are more crowded than the mitten in that Ukrainian folk tale.

The garden wants a good weed. The pantry needs clearing. The fridge, a good cleaning. The car needs maintaining. The house interior needs painting. The house exterior needs painting, sighs Liz Breslin.

Today, I'm going to be drinking coffee. Of course, because it's a day with a "y'' in it. But today I can drink coffee with special purpose and meaning because it's International Coffee Day, writes Liz Breslin.

The Dali Lama has a lot of good stuff to say about mosquitoes, like how if you think you are too small to make a difference, you should try sleeping with one, writes Liz Breslin.