I've never really liked peaches. Yesterday I tried one on a whim and thought it was delicious. Really juicy and aromatic - almost like a mango. It gradually dawned on me that what I don't like is peach-flavoured sweets, and I'd never given the actual fruit a chance. When I was a young adult, my friend was raving about a Joss Whedon show called Firefly and - as you do when you like something at that age - trying to force me to watch it so I could love it too. I thought I'd hate it but agreed to borrow the DVDs. Then, for a prank, I started texting him how much I was enjoying it, just so I could later say, "Nah, I didn't even watch it" to deflate him. But I got a bit too engrossed in the charade, and got to a point where I was thinking, "Right, I better watch an episode for research, so I can pretend to love specific bits of it for verisimilitude." When I put it on, it turned out I did actually love it (mind you, I wouldn't bother watching it nowadays, so suppose I've come full circle on Firefly). Cycling. I always rolled my eyes at people who cycled, but I've got a bike now and love it. I'm actually shocked that I got this far in life without realising how convenient a bike is. You can get places really quickly, with minimal effort (if it's not uphill), and you don't have to put petrol in. Short of suddenly being able to teleport, I can't imagine anything more life-changingly useful than a bike. I'm actually really annoyed to think how much walking I've done in my life so far and certainly won't be doing any more.