Overnight, I’ve started listening to Radiohead. For the millions who have already experienced the pleasure of transcending their mortal form via Weird Fishes, this won’t seem particularly notable. But I have spent my entire life this far avowedly not listening to Radiohead, a band reserved for boyfriends. Now, to paraphrase Thom Yorke himself, it’s as if I’ve knocked a hole in a wall and can see out on to another plane I never knew existed.
This is just one of a series of drastic U-turns I’ve made in recent months that have significantly undercut my previous conception of what sort of person I am. I’ve gone from seven years of declaring that I would never get on a bike in London, to being an annoying cycling evangelist.
