Another was polishing up the woodwork with brown (or black on the later plastic stocked weapons.....) boot polish to get them to shine for some parade or something.......... I used to tell them, in front of the NCO's that people like me and others have spent 50 years, since the end of the old nasho (national service) and blanco/polished brass webbing era trying to consign bullshi...., er spit and polish to the past. Ironing razor sharp creases into work-a-day strides and shirts............ All anyone can ever ask for and expect is clean and smart.
And when someone commented that it was OK for me because I had a batman to do my stuff..... Then I let them have both barrels! Batman.......... I'm the xxxxxxx batman! I have to say that the best/nicest thing any of the crunchies ever said to me was something very small and almost insignificant. That what they liked was that I had a pair of overalls - and used to wear them! (probably because I hadn't ironed my good stuff I used to tell 'em)
Happy days. But under the skin, all Armies and the crunchies are the same, certainly in Oz and NZthey were. Arte et Marte