Which meeting-the-parents scenario would you find most nerve-wracking?

Three courses, four generations, and everyone watching how you hold your cutlery. One wrong word about the gravy and you're finished.

A pint at the local with just you and their father, who communicates mainly through nods and comments about the match on the telly.

Aunts, uncles, and cousins you've never met, all sizing you up between speeches. Expect to be quizzed on your intentions by round three of the free bar.

Staying overnight, sharing a bathroom, and watching the King's Speech in silence with people you barely know. There is no escape until Boxing Day.

Their mum appears unannounced while you're mid-argument in trackies. First impressions have never felt so brutally out of your control.