Jim Boots.
Thus I was known at Dunstable c. 1960, home of the Central Forecasting Office and the officially clever research branches.
It was like this, at Harrow Wealdstone [another home of the clever Met folk, and a few less so .......] I had been Joed to be the Civil Defence Rescue Team leader. The essential point here is that the kit comprised a white tin hat with black bands and a big R, baggy green overalls and boots, ammunition, Great War..
This kit was kept with the Green Goddess along with all the tough guy axes, ladders, ropes and wrecking bars. Some kind soul sent the helmet, overalls and boots to Dunstable while I was on leave between postings.
The parcel was received with wonder, and much mocking, so that when I turned up I had been Christened in absentia..The boots were presented to me in a formal liquid ceremony.
Jim Boots remained Jim for the next 30-odd years to the old Dunstable folk, indeed my future wife first knew me as Jim.
The boots? Like so many memories, lost in the mists of time.