Your mother wastes away in front of your eyes, pretending to be oblivious, while your dad, hit by yet another attack of chronic puberty, shakes a leg with some twenty-year-old who looks like a model from an old American bra catalogue. Can you stand it anymore? The way your own parents lead their live s? Feeling ashamed of your dad while your mum pulls the wool over her own eyes? As their only daughter, you could do something about it. Would you? I did. And all of it ended with a few funerals and one beautiful wedding.