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» Worst Nicknames Ever
Im not Ginger, and Im not Scottish
It was a quiet late summer afternoon in '86, I was about 7. We were playing football in the garages, an area just at the back of our council estate, whose doors made a good sized net, and which made a great racket when the ball hit them.
We were playing 'World Cup Doubles', Me and my older brother versus two of his friends, with another in nets. They were all around 12 and consequentally, I wasnt much use, although I was very keen. As the world cup had just been on and England had done us proud, they were passing the ball between each other, saying "Beardley to Barnes", "Barnes back to Beardsley" as me and my brother tried to tackle them, my brother using "Lineker". They had just passed the ball again, and I heard them chant their "Beardsley to Barnes" Routine, when I run in take the ball, and shout the first footballer that came into my 7 year old head whilst slamming the ball into the garage door winning the game. I turned around to see them all rolling around laughing on the floor. I am known as "Strachen" by them ever since.
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In school however, due to my surname (Nickells), I got a lot of things; When the chocolate bar that used to be known as Marathon decided on a name change, I was known as Snickers. And as minds and ideas in school usually progress it became Knickers, and finally twisted by my old flat mate in Uni to Nipples.
(Fri 19th May 2006, 14:19, More)
Im not Ginger, and Im not Scottish
It was a quiet late summer afternoon in '86, I was about 7. We were playing football in the garages, an area just at the back of our council estate, whose doors made a good sized net, and which made a great racket when the ball hit them.
We were playing 'World Cup Doubles', Me and my older brother versus two of his friends, with another in nets. They were all around 12 and consequentally, I wasnt much use, although I was very keen. As the world cup had just been on and England had done us proud, they were passing the ball between each other, saying "Beardley to Barnes", "Barnes back to Beardsley" as me and my brother tried to tackle them, my brother using "Lineker". They had just passed the ball again, and I heard them chant their "Beardsley to Barnes" Routine, when I run in take the ball, and shout the first footballer that came into my 7 year old head whilst slamming the ball into the garage door winning the game. I turned around to see them all rolling around laughing on the floor. I am known as "Strachen" by them ever since.
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In school however, due to my surname (Nickells), I got a lot of things; When the chocolate bar that used to be known as Marathon decided on a name change, I was known as Snickers. And as minds and ideas in school usually progress it became Knickers, and finally twisted by my old flat mate in Uni to Nipples.
(Fri 19th May 2006, 14:19, More)