Preparing for the annual freedom of Tewksbury parade always involved a best
boots inspection. One morning before starting work (we were REMFs you know)
all the singlys gathered at the accommodation block. CSM came to judge our best
efforts, various comments as usual until he came to Ginger Billings.
"What are those?" says CSM, looking down.
"Best boots, Sir" came the reply.
"Is that black polish, Cpl Billings?"
"No Sir"
"Is it marillo?" <sp?>
"No Sir"
"What is it Cpl Billings?"
"Gloss paint, Sir"