Oooh, sharing nicknames is an interesting ask. We’ve all got them and I am no exception. I’m sure I’ve had more than I can remember but there are a few which stick in my mind. In the interests of full disclosure, I’m going to stick to nicknames from my youth or my work. But I think they will be quite enough as they remind me of the brutal streak running through all teenagers!
One of my earliest nicknames used by my Dad. Not exactly revolutionary since my name is Angela. I’ve never really been liked called Angie though; Angie is a name in it’s own right and it’s not mine. Dad was allowed to get away with it though because it was used with affection. Even now he’s the only person allowed to call me that!
Another one from my Dad. My middle name is Jayne (yes, with a ‘y’ – that’s very important) so he’d often summon me by shouting “ayjay” at my up the stairs. He still uses this one too!
Now this one has a bit more of a story behind it. This comes courtesy of my long-standing friend Carol (we hit 25 years of friendship next year) who despite being a great friend had her ‘moments’ at school. I went to secondary school in the 90s, before the birth of the hair straightener. I have thick hair but it’s was very fine. So my hair is very prone to looking a bit limp unless I style it. I also can’t grow it very long because my hair just doesn’t work once past my shoulders. Back then I also had a delightfully thick fringe. (I’m sure my Mum thought it was cute when I was small but oh my god, THAT fringe was the bane of my life…) In summary, for a large number of years my hair often had a shape not dissimilar to the ‘lady’ hair for lego people.
Another one from my friend Carol (yes, I’m starting to wonder how we remained friends too!). I was chubby teenage. She, in contrast, was abnormally skinny; Not from any eating issues (the girl could and still can demolish plenty of food, especially chocolate). But when we were winding each other up one lunch time, she called me a “hippo” and I retorted that she was a “pole” and the names stuck. In true teenager fashion they were said in jest but touched a nerve with both of us. But as we’ve got older and both evened out in size, we occasionally still use these names as a nod to those turbulent secondary school years!
My maiden name is ‘Cook’ so one of my friends at work used to call me ‘Cookie’. One of the guys in my team who hadn’t known me very long heard Paul call me that and started using it to. By this point my married name was established at work so I asked him if he knew why Paul had called me ‘Cookie’. His response: “I assumed it was because you like cookies?”. That both made me chuckle and frantically replay my eating habits at work since I hadn’t realised I had a biscuit-eating reputation!
Do you have any random nicknames?
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