Cocky
As previously mentioned, I had a housemate who went by the name of Cocky, a big, scary looking Goth with a heart that was really as soft as shite. He was known as Cocky, due to his original surname being Cochrane. Obvious, really.

I say original surname; his mum had remarried and he adopted his step father's surname, which was Thomas. But the nickname of Cocky stuck.

One evening, and having just dropped a tab of acid, he began ruminating about this nickname, and came to the following conclusion.

"DG", he said, "you know how my nickname is Cocky"?

"Uh-huh".

"And that it's because of my birth surname".

"Yup".

"But my surname is now Thomas".

"Indeed".

"Well, I just realised something. My first name is the Irish version of 'John', so now I'm technically called John Thomas. So there's really no escaping the fact - all my life I'll never be anything other than a big cock".

Looking back on this, I can't really argue, as the increased acid usage (first half a tab, then one, then one and a half, then two a night) conspired to fry his brain and turn him into a paranoid hulk prone to extreme temper loss. We lost contact pretty quickly after I moved out.

I did hear, however, that he went into psychiatric nursing, and there's a possibility he'll be at my wedding celebrations as I've recently got to know his brother and got back in contact again. Could be interesting...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 3 Mar 2009, 12:25, Reply)