You have been dating your hot bit of fluff for some time now and its beginning to get serious. You’ve practically moved into his flat, commandeered a drawer for yourself in his bedroom and have even entered into talks on the big one… What small, yappy dog should we get? But deep in the darkest recesses of your mind there’s the dull ache of worry that grows that little bit more painful each day. You try not to think about it, focusing on the other fun relationship stuff, but it is all in vain as your partner finally utters that fateful question, ‘Want to come up to my parents for the weekend?’ And so it begins. What started out as a casual fuck every second Saturday has now come to this. It’s time to meet the parents.