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 boot polish, Cpl Billings?" "No Sir" "Is it marillo?" <sp?> "No Sir" "What is it Cpl Billings?" "Gloss paint, Sir"