Worst Nicknames Ever
Everyone wants a cool nickname like "Ace", "Boss", or "Iron". Kids being kids, that's not what we get - the kid with polio gets called Johnny Spazm, your Ginger Fuhrer was called Rob Man-you-smell and your question master was "Tommy" Trinder despite him being dead for years.
Tell us the worst you've heard and the stories behind them.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 15:45)
Everyone wants a cool nickname like "Ace", "Boss", or "Iron". Kids being kids, that's not what we get - the kid with polio gets called Johnny Spazm, your Ginger Fuhrer was called Rob Man-you-smell and your question master was "Tommy" Trinder despite him being dead for years.
Tell us the worst you've heard and the stories behind them.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 15:45)
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They follow you...
Most of my nicknames at school were the normal sort: Scruffbag, stinker, truffle (after the shuffle)... Nothing with real thought behind it.
Then I got to college, and a general trend struck up that I looked like Christopher Biggins (My glasses at the time didn't help). Even the teachers called me 'Biggins'...
Even when I moved to University (and none of my friends followed) it seemed to mystically follow me. When I started my Masters, even the students called me it to my face... S'pose I was used to it by then.
By the time I left Uni, I'd changed hair colour, style, had new fancy slim-line glasses... I got to work and for four precious years I was Fatty Gay (Do I get bonus marks for something that sound like it's foreign?) or 'Fatty Batty'. Couldn't argue with it, so I got used to it. At least it wasn't blasted 'Biggins'...
Then. One fateful evening. A re-run of Porridge on the telly... What started the following morning at work?
Apparently, I'm irrevocably 'Lukewarm'. Portly... Gay... Biggins.
( , Mon 22 May 2006, 8:10, Reply)
Most of my nicknames at school were the normal sort: Scruffbag, stinker, truffle (after the shuffle)... Nothing with real thought behind it.
Then I got to college, and a general trend struck up that I looked like Christopher Biggins (My glasses at the time didn't help). Even the teachers called me 'Biggins'...
Even when I moved to University (and none of my friends followed) it seemed to mystically follow me. When I started my Masters, even the students called me it to my face... S'pose I was used to it by then.
By the time I left Uni, I'd changed hair colour, style, had new fancy slim-line glasses... I got to work and for four precious years I was Fatty Gay (Do I get bonus marks for something that sound like it's foreign?) or 'Fatty Batty'. Couldn't argue with it, so I got used to it. At least it wasn't blasted 'Biggins'...
Then. One fateful evening. A re-run of Porridge on the telly... What started the following morning at work?
Apparently, I'm irrevocably 'Lukewarm'. Portly... Gay... Biggins.
( , Mon 22 May 2006, 8:10, Reply)
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