my own nickname...
... it's actually blades. and it sounds ace - it sounds like i'm some kind of knife-obsessed nutcase (yeah, okay, i like shiny, pointy things - i'll admit it).

but the true reason behind it is bad.

see, when i was about 16, i bought myself a pair of rollerblades (and yes, i've heard the joke - what's the hardest thing about rollerblading? telling your parents that you're gay...). i used to go skating at a local club back then with some friends, and i always liked the look of rollerblades, so i bought some.

anyways, back to the point. while i'm skating aimlessly around in circles, there's a couple of girls at the side of the rink yelling out boys' names. any name - dave, brian, adam, peter, mark, matthew... going on and on for ages and ages and ages. eventually, they give up on names, and start yelling out 'blades, blades, blades' at which point i realised that they were trying to get my attention - me being the only person out there on rollerblades.

so i go over to talk to these two girls thinking hey, i might be in here. and i was.

the downside, though, was the fact that they were, quite literally, half my age: 8.

and my wonderful, supportive, caring friends who were there with me that night thought that it was the funniest thing ever - and taunted me for ages by calling me blades, until it stuck. the bastards.

so next time you meet someone with a cool nickname, remember that there's probably still a really embarassing story behind it.

unless it's just me, which is highly likely.
(blades is looking for a brain, any brain, at, Mon 22 May 2006, 10:04, Reply)