Olives. I love them. Always have. I know there are many people out there who shudder at the mere thought of them. My boyfriend was one of those people when we first met, he had an almost passionate hatred towards them, but tastes change you know!! Now he is his happiest when piling olives into his mouth. He even hi-fived his best mate about Kalamata olives on a drunken night out. Now the implications are deeper with this, as it means he is now so passionate about olives that he drunkenly and excitedly talks about them on a night out. Ridiculous? Probably. A drunken buffoon? Maybe. A passionate olive zealot? Most definitely!! See? Tastes do change!