A spoonful of know-how
A spoonful of know-how
This week I had that flat-tyre feeling. I’m not talking in metaphors here - but in the actual factuals of trying to get through the day by getting on a bike, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin
It’s all a bit ... peoply
It’s all a bit ... peoply
You haven’t hugged a friend in weeks. You’re starting to feel like one of those experimental monkeys from the ’60s who would choose a fluffy cuddle over a bottle of milk, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: If you see what I meme
If you see what I meme
Liz Breslin has been overcoming her emoji-anxiety in the past couple of weeks.
I prefer Connect Four
I prefer Connect Four
Poems are an excellent source of social cohesion and symbolic coping, writs Liz Breslin.
How hard can it be . . .
How hard can it be . . .
OK, so I peaked too soon. Day one and I was already vacuuming little pockets of home-hacked hair from my carpet, writes Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: Tailoring a wardrobe to fit
Tailoring a wardrobe to fit
If I had my way, every day would be a dress-up day, writes Liz Breslin.
A very useful and meaningful survey
A very useful and meaningful survey
Thank you for your time in filling out this survey. This survey may look like other surveys you have filled out in the past but this is only in your imagination, writes Liz Breslin.
Things to do
Things to do
Liz Breslin.on what to do in a screwed up world.
What (not) to wear
What (not) to wear
You pick out your outfit the night before, to save time and also to quell the questions running around your mind, writes Liz Breslin.
Stewing over resilience
Stewing over resilience
When in doubt, drink tea, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: Nothing you can buy
Nothing you can buy
Nothing you can buy will ever make you more whole. It’s always a good time of year to remember that gem of truth from Kate Tempest’s Hold Your Own, writes Liz Breslin.
Spreading the panto magic
Spreading the panto magic
This is the start of panto week in the Upper Clutha, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: Wings on my heels
Wings on my heels
I have, of late, remembered that I have a superpower that I have under-utilised for the last decade or so, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Where words matter
Where words matter
This is my last column from Krakow. Hello. I think it's Saturday. And November. Is it? I missed a day somewhere on the dateline, I'm very completely massively liminally overadverbially...
In the dark over mushrooms
In the dark over mushrooms
Turns out there is much room for improvement in my appreciation of one of Poland's proud culinary/cultural traditions. Mushrooms. (Much room. See what I did there!?), writes Liz Breslin.
Art and ash in equal measure
Art and ash in equal measure
It's reasonable, when you're away from your people and your place, for an extended amount of time, to feel a little homesick, writes Liz Breslin.
Judge not the nuance navigators
Judge not the nuance navigators
Unesco City of Literature residency writer Liz Breslin finds a way to cool off in Krakow. Or does she?
Liz Breslin: Attending to the tusks at hand
Attending to the tusks at hand
So, hello from the other side. I'm staying at the Villa Decius, set in parkland almost equidistant to the airport and the Old Town Market Square of Krakow, writes columnist Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: Cheese is not a vegetable
Cheese is not a vegetable
How many emotions can you pack into the start of one sentence, wonders Liz Breslin.
Liz Breslin: The importance of being...
The importance of being...
What is it that is important, asks Liz Breslin.