Liz Corlett is a freelance copywriter and features journalist. She lives in Peel with a tortoiseshell rescue cat called Ginny, who is not a baby substitute. She still hasn't finished doing up her house, and is currently undergoing treatment for jigsaw addiction.
Best meal (cooked by you or by another):
Any cooking of mine that doesn't involve the fire brigade is a triumph and any meal prepared by someone else tastes perfect. Context always alchemises simple food into edible gold. The best meal I never had was a tray of noodles on Brighton Pier: I was hungover and stupidly hungry, and dropped the lot before I'd taken a mouthful.
Best outfit or single piece of clothing:
I don't have a sentimental attachment to anything in my wardrobe. I tend to wear things to death then replace them, mostly from charity shops. I do have an antique top hat of which I'm rather fond, mind. People should wear hats more.
It's a tie between two passes: my driving test (on the ninth attempt), and Maths GCSE, when I realised I would never again have to sweat, wretched with incomprehension, over a page of sums. It's important to build an archive of great memories. When I'm old, I want to sit in a wing chair with an infuriating smile on my face.
Best way to spend the day:
A long walk, followed by a sea swim and a rewarding ale. The 'quiet pint' erupts spontaneously into a Valhalla-esque session with friends, during which everyone is devastatingly funny and the secrets of the universe fleetingly reveal themselves. Alternatively, spending the day exploring a new city, enjoying the sense of freedom and possibility that comes with being somewhere unknown and bursting with interest.
Life is too short not to do the things you want to do. Up to a certain age, this seems trite, then its pertinence suddenly kicks in with force. See also: be good to your parents - you only get one set, and one chance. Lastly, don't hide from your bank statements because they will always find you.
Best place in the Isle of Man:
I never tire of Peel Hill, and the coastal path from there to Glen Maye. But the Calf of Man is very special - it has an atmosphere all of its own and a peacefulness that goes beyond mere quiet and into something deeper.
The Best of Me feature first appears in the Manx Advertiser.