So took the frau to the Mess do on Saturday, night going swimmingly, we were waiter on and in mess kit etc all the usual pish - the initial pleasantaries of the introductions (as its our first do since our posting). So moving on to the first course of the scran was an italian starter for which her indoors seemed happy enough with. The main was a selection from the roast bar or seafood. The frau opts for the seafood and some other scran - whearas me (straight the old roast bar). Venison was on the menu and no-one was seeming to smash it , so i had half the fooker strapped to my plate with a huge yorkie pud and all the trimmings and it was washed down with the usual shiote mess house wine. The wife is always akin to trying new and different things from my plate always when I am eating out - but at times it does piss me off. So I knew that her indoors would wanting to try venison as I knew that she never had tried it nor knew what it was. So happily tucking into my scran her fork slides over and start grabbing a piece and I say dig in its lovely. She asked the usual what it was and I managed to avoid the question all night.... The following morning me being hungover to fook, I got the same question and could not be arsed to fanny about - i just googled this Cue bag on central all day.