A Light Hearted Look at Nicknames

We have neighbours,

Mrs Limp
Mrs Wart
Mr & Mrs Shouty
The Greens
Mad Woman
Catalogue Couple

One DD calls our dog, who is called Poppy, “Pon”

I was called “Racoon” and “Wackers” at school (reference to unusual surname)

Both DD have called me by my first name since their teens!

We call the remote controls for anything “the buttons”

I was called Splotch at school but can’t remember why.

I'm bus nanny to one of my grandsons as I was the only person who took him on a bus. I have a large black hairy cat known as Lump, and the tv remote has always been the doofy.

As a kid I was always called Tilly as I was always on my toes. Short for Tilly Losch who was a dancer
I think a lot of nick names are cruel one could say bullying

We don't do nicknames so much.

When I was young I remember a Posher, Moaner (though it may have been her name), Nobby, Wetleg, Chalky & Dangleweed.

My Dad used to call me Fat Annie (OK, so I was a chubby child) shortened to Fanny. One of my sisters was referred to as Maggot (due to my mispronunciation of her name) and she is still referred to as that, or Mags for short.
Onions were referred to as yum-yums, again because of mispronunciation, many items were called whatsits or dooh-dahs. As a lacemaker I use a tool to pull out and push in pins, and I call this a push me-pullu (of course!)
And my son used to refer to chocolate as gee (as in choccy/choggee) and indeed that's the word we still use.
English after all is an evolving language....

Oh, and because of him chain-smoking really foul smelling weed, the bloke next door is Stinking Billy, or Stenchman. That's the printable names!

We have names for the neighbours (Mrs Washing, Mr Mumble etc), and we also have names for the birds who frequent our garden. So we have Russell and Sheryl (crows), Mr and Mrs Pie (magpies), Woodie (woodpecker), Sir Flap and Mrs Coo (pigeons) and Guzzle Gut (heron who eats the fish in the pond).

watermeadow My Dad also called me Fanny and on occasions Fanny Fanackapan!

We have a squirrel called 'Beryl' in our garden and my youngest GC calls a black and white cat who visits us 'Beverley Morris'.

Beverley Morris is a superb name for a cat.

A fella at a place I worked at in the 1980s looked like a big bear. He was known as Yogi.
Nice bloke.

Never had nicknames for people but the remote always been Rodney and my car the Chariot.

Somebody l.know from way back had and a girlfriend Geraldine who.ended up stalking him.

He found out from the Police that she had a history of doing this to her former boyfriends.

She used to ring him up and ask him to play a certain record for her down the phone everynighht. Can't remember what is was. A really soppy love song.

Reminded some of his friends including me or the maniac,deranged women in that film with Clint Eastwood "Play Misty For Me"

From then she was the referred to as such

When we were children we had an old woman at church who was always hitching up her underwear. We called her Baggy pants.

I've been killing myself laughing at all of your replies here!

I'm on here as TheWeirdoAgain when I worked as a carer in a home for adults with various severe mental and/or physical disabilities.

One of my lovely patients, George, was in his 80s but had the brain of a child of about 7; he always greeted me with ''Hello, weirdo!'' and things like Thanks for dinner, weirdo!'' etc. We always made each other laugh, and I'd call him ''My little pudding''! We absolutely loved each other, and I was devastated when he died.

I used to have a little cat called Duncan, but I called him Hunky Duncky and Dunc the Hunk, and he answered to all 3 names! Various pets I've had over the years with different nicknames.

I very secretly have nicknames for various people I know, including shop staff.
1-Female -Red Nose, because the tip of her nose is always Rudolph-looking!
2-Female - PoFace, as while all the other staff are lovely, she has the personality of a dry puddle!
3-Female - SnakeBum, as all her work colleagues and most customers hate her for being so toxic and she's actually driven 2 of them to quit!
4- Male - Purple RumpleStiltskin, as he looks just like Rumple and often has a purple beard!
5- Male - The TeddyBear, a local farmer, quite old, lovely man, looks just like a 6ft teddy!
6-Male - Mr Glitzy, as he's an English Hollywood actor who lives around here with his wife and gorgeous little doggy.

Many years ago, when I was in my 20s, someone I worked with used to call me 'Fleagle', as in Fleagle the beagle from the Banana Splits tv show, saying I looked like him.

I didn't, but was amused all the same.

Ooh, I've just remembered my dad's friend, who gave everyone nicknames, some quite scathing.

It's odd that he and my dad were friends, really.

I was "Mouth on a stick", my sister was "Egg on legs"
My nan was "Double egg on legs" and my dad was "Every home should have one"

I can't remember what he called my num, but I've an idea they fell out over his naming of everyone.

We had nicknames for teachers at school.

There was Chinwag - she had a very prominent chin.

. Spitty Smith had ill-fitting false teeth.

Fanny Jemima had the initials F,J. (I think she was actually called Freda.)

Also Jog Tom - Miss Thomas who taught geography.

My daughters, adults with their own families,call me Snaine?? They are big lav and little lav, my dog Max was Mr Moo, my grandaughter Isla is mini lav or Binks,Binkle or La.....lol

My father was a holy terror in naming family. My cousin Hilary was Hilly Dilly if you get the drift.

His brother named their daughter Sarah Kathleen, thinking that they did not mind Sally, Kat, etc. Poor little one was SKate.

My father had a general nickname for older women of a certain type and appearance - ‘Old flannel-drawers’. 😂

The man at the end of our road was known as Walter, due to his likeness to Walter on the programme about Nelly Pledge and the pickling factory.
"Have you been, Walter?".

My dad went to give the guy a hand with his garden, and called him Walter all through the afternoon.

He was really cross, as he genuinely thought it was the mans name.

My father called Auntie The Widow Forbye, as when she was pleading poverty ( which she did often, despite being very well off) she would say, “ I mean, I’m a pensioner, and a widow forbye”.
( Forbye is Scots for also)
A colleague of my mother was called The Count, as in Count from The Mount, the area in which he lived.
The Mount is known locally as The Munt.