Steve , I shall wave a white flag in your honour ; your reply defeated me .
Tac , that has that ring of truth about it ; white would obviously show up in the blackness , but I am forced to wonder if it is a regulatory colour because of it becoming widespread only recently.
When I was at Grammar School (where I failed grammar , obviously) we had regular organised trips down the local coal mines . Whether this was to encourage us to become subterranean species , I have no idea , but it gave us an exciting day off school .
Anyway , there was a distinct lack of white paint except for on the bricked tunnel walls .
A little game they played with us was to turn off all the machinery and leave only our helmet lamps as lighting , then invite us to listen to the coal “talking” . It was an experience which instilled a terror into some (not me , I was too stupid to worry) ; the grinding rumble of shifting coal was indeed rather worrisome , even some of the miners looked a bit worried .
The result of all this was to make our faces white with fear , a sort of glowing sweaty white which I can assure you did away with the need for white paint .
We were warned before descending not to fall for the trick of looking at the Golden Coal Lump (the miners’ equivalent of the Golden Rivet) . Our genteel Steve will explain the meaning of that , I am too coarse to give an explanation to those of a timid nature .
Mike Brit (some time explorer of Cannock Colliery and its environs)