Nicknames for random strangers

[DualityNSNO]

this legit might be me?

Well that'd be awkward.

 

[DualityNSNO]

Quite a few that I spot regulalry on the high street, my favourite is Fat Wes, cos he looks like a fat Wesley Snipes, always immacuately dressed in brand new Primark gear, still wears a bluetooth earpiece and I'm fairly sure he's pretending to have conversations with people that aren't there.

Almost every day he walks over to the cashpoint opposite work, stares at the machine for a minute or two and then heads back up the high street.

We had a bloke at Amazon who was from somewhere in Africa and didn't speak a lot of English, but looked a lot like Wesley Snipes, so he was nicknamed Blade.

 

[Blue 1]

Thrush, because he was an irritating tw...

Isn't that what Emlyn Hughes' teammates used to call him?

 

[notrevE5]

my wife works in a restaurant and this particular guy comes in everyday named Richard, his face is full of zits/pimples
when she comes home I ask her " did youse have spotted dick today"?

there's a woman lives two streets away named Rachel who is very obnoxious and masculine looking
I call her rose

 

[Bryan+]

In something of a cross over with the ‘how do you get through your work day’ thread, I do often do this for the people I work with.

But on point, yes I’ll often sit on the train and give strangers nick names in my mind but they’re so transient I can’t really recall any, although your Ray Parlour one struck a chord as there was a woman on the train the other day whom was the spit of Raymondo.

Here’s one example from Friday morning though, and the subsequent exchange with the Mrs.
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Interesting you should say that.

 

[John from Bootle]

There's a feller who frequents the Wetherspoons in Waterloo who me and the missus have christened 'burger guy.'

And no, it's not a dig at his weight. One day we were in there having a burger and I left a bit of mine. My wife went the toilet, and I went outside for a quick smoke. When I came back in, he was sat at our table eating the remnants of my burger.

 

[Seathestars]

Each morning when we drive past the beach there’s a muscle man there getting ready for a work out.
His warm up is more like a dance so we nicknamed him Michael Jackson.
It’s like watching one of those kids in town years ago doing the body popping, minus the roll of Lino

 

[Rita_Poon]

There's a feller who frequents the Wetherspoons

That takes me back a lot of years, a former pain in the ass christened one of the always in there regulars as 'Starer'. Plow through the pints and just stare at anything. Incredible stuff.
Called lazy bar.studs in work 'pockets', some of the lads that'd worked wherever for ages got called 'shop floor steward' or 'assistant boss'. This occasionally caught on, and sometimes led to frayed tempers because the distinction between the soldiers in the trenches and the generals sat off doing nothing had been blurred. Funny.
One of the rough old dars had a glass eye at some road works firm, and someone came in dressed fancy dress as a pirate with a plastic parrot on his shoulder. Oh wow he went berserk. A run for the hills moment. So good.

 

[Bedfordblue]

Interesting you should say that.


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Dare I ask what you nicknamed me you monster?

 

[Kurt.]

There used to be a fella in our town who was a bit of a drinker and known around all the pubs, he was nicknamed Pally Ally, he got his name years ago when he mispronounced the correct name whilst asking for a bottle of Pale Ale

 

[Bryan+]

Dare I ask what you nicknamed me you monster?

It's literally right there pal.

 

[Charles Hawtrey]

Had a real estate woman once who was always itching/touching her butt crack. We used to call her' the fracker'

 

[Milk]

Contacts stored in your phone is another gold mine

I have no idea who Iron Man and Tony Destroyer are and am too afraid to dial the numbers

 

[Nobby Nobbs]

There’s a big fat scruffy fella who lives across the road, we call him the big fat scruffy fella who lives across the street.

 

[ste d' indica]

Fella walks down our street in Bristol to Sainsburys pretty much every day in an LFC shirt.
Gobshite I call him.