A Weekend in Japan...

It happened to my parents in the 70s, it happened to Victor and Margaret Meldrew in the 90s and now it's happened to me and my fiance in the 00s. At a seemingly innocent dinner, the hosts turn and utter the dreaded words, guarranteed to ruin an evening: "We'd like to show you some of our slides after dinner."

Once you hear those words, it's too late to escape. The boxes are fetched from the attic, the projector is placed on a pile of books, the screen is unfurled. The worst thing about slide viewing? As painful as it is the first time, you know that every subsequent time will be even worse...