Those REME folk (and the rest of the Army) do have a strange language.
I was out on a Scammell adventure with an ex REME friend in his low loader.
Chatting away he fessed up to having done something stupid so I called him a muppet.
At which point he went ballistic, shouting at me never to call him a muppet again.
Then when he'd calmed down he asked if I knew what a muppet was.
I said
Doh, yes it was a furry comic puppet creature.
He said Doh,
No- it was the oily rag they shove down a gun barrel to clean it - "
and don't call me that again".
Well I mean
come on, how the heck was I supposed to know?
