My parent’s for me are borderline child abuse: my dad calls me Smeghead and my mum generally just calls me numpty. Or numpt’ for short.
At school I was eternally my surname, which was a tad irking.
I randomly ended up watching some Aussie radio station clip on Social Media where they were discussing nicknames and the best one sent in by their listeners was ‘Snipers nightmare’ for their mate who had one leg shorter than the other.
I randomly ended up watching some Aussie radio station clip on Social Media where they were discussing nicknames and the best one sent in by their listeners was ‘Snipers nightmare’ for their mate who had one leg shorter than the other.
I once knew a guy from Abertillery who was a hardened doorman, really rough and ready sort.
People called him Three Fingered Derek, cos basically he had 3 fingers on his left hand. The other two were bitten off by a gentleman who was, in his words, off his tits and hankering for an ambulance.
I've never had a nick-name but my old dad was always known as "Buck". I asked him one day why everyone called him that and he just said "How many kids have I got?" Then it hit me! Buck.... Rabbit! Mind you, I've had more than him, so maybe I should use that nick-name now!
I once knew a guy from Abertillery who was a hardened doorman, really rough and ready sort.
People called him Three Fingered Derek, cos basically he had 3 fingers on his left hand. The other two were bitten off by a gentleman who was, in his words, off his tits and hankering for an ambulance.
I am Chez to some mates thanks to a brief period in my teens where I resembled Chesney Hawkes. They have family members who genuinely don’t know my real name. I’ve never encouraged this.