Many years ago, when I still lived with my parents, I stored all my tins of enamel in a couple of gallon ice-cream containers in my room. Now, being short of space, my 'workshop' consisted of a tabletop on the bed, with me kneeling on the floor beside it.
Now, one day, I was rummaging through the tins, looking for a particular colour. in doing so, I dislodged the lid of Airfix G1 - pillar box red.
Just as I fished the tin out of the tub, it's contents, by now liberally covering my hand, my mother walked in.
I've never seen anyone turn white before.
"What have you DONE????""
Gentlemen! You can't fight in here; this is the WAR ROOM!