Inspired by Jester, I was thinking back to another moment of terror that a chap can experience. I met a lass, who was rather nice, and we started seeing each other regularly. Eventually, time came (allegedly, according to her, anyway) for me to meet her parents. "You'll like my dad", she said, "he's in the army too". 'Shit', thinks I, heres a predicament. "What rank is he?" "Dunno, really. He's got a pointy hat and sometimes carries a stick-thing that opens up." Oh dear, oh dear. It's a bit of a lose-lose situation. If we don't get on, there could a world of hurt. If we do get on, then I have to spend a lifetime pretending to be interested in SLRs, Ammo Boots and Bosnia. Anyone else in a similar situation? Advice?