'twas not a cock-up by the paint mixers, but by a senior officer who wouldn't be told that he'd demanded the wrong paint code!
"I'm a squadron leader and I'm telling you what I want"
"OK, sir........"
"Perhaps it'll change colour when it dries" came the optimistic cry.
It didn't.
I understand it was sent to Newquay International and languished there until a Very Senior Wheel spotted it one day and asked "What the f*** is that flying $hite?".
After some tuneless whistling and foot shuffling from various embarrassed folk, it was subsequently repainted in hemp like its sisters.