The first time I met my 'now-ex's' Parents, it was Christmas eve and I'd been invited to spend the holidays with them.
The week went like this......
* I proceeded to have a drunken argument with her best friend over the fact that my gf had brought a 'stranger' to their annual Christmas Eve pub gathering.
* A small family relative managed to trip up over my walking boots that had been left where I'd been told to put them. The poor little tyke almost broke his nose and I got a bit of an evil look from his ma.
* GF's mum walked in on us in what I can only describe as a compromising situation. Lets just say that any misconceptions that she was a virgin were quickly dispelled.
* I made a comment about the poor Build quality of BL and Rover cars and guess where her dad had recently retired from and what car they drove! Yep, Longbridge and there's a Rover 25 in the garage.
I think if I'd walked in naked and brandishing an axe in one hand and a severed goat's head in the other it would have worked out better.
However, they took a shine to me and were really gutted apparently when we broke up.
Just be yourself and remember these handy phrases...
'Oh, that's just beautiful, it must have cost a fortune'.
'Sprouts, oh I love them and want them more than anything in the world'
'Sex? what is that?'
'My intentions for your first born are to treat them with the utmost respect and not try to persuade them to do that thing I read about in FHM on your coffee table'
'Really? I didn't know that haemorroids could grow to that size, yes I'd like to see them'.
Ok , the last one wasn't true but you get the picture.