George wants to be known as T-Bone, but his co-workers at Kruger Industrial Smoothing nickname him Koko because of the way he had flailed his arms when demanding the nickname "T-Bone" back from a coworker. George deliberately hires a woman named Coco to work there, only to be nicknamed Gammy instead.

'Eddie' has tended to be my given nickname for most of my working life.

However when I was at secondary school my first formmaster, who went by the name of 'Dusty' Rhodes, obviously had a longer memory that stretched to Tranmere Rovers/Aston Villa footballers of the wartime period.

And so I was saddled with 'Pongo' throughout my school years. Bastards.

Now I find that 'Mr Waring' or 'Sir' fits quite nicely.

There's a lovely passage on one of the Ricky Gervais podcasts where Stephen Merchant recounts the time he tried (and failed) to get his schoolmates to give him the nickname 'Spud'.

secondary school, my form master asked my name. Poor guy had a stutter and from then on, thanks to some bloody smart aleck kid, I was always known as "Barry Barry Barry Walsh". Like most things at school, it made no sense and was impossible to get rid of. Since then, it has been Frankie (during the mid 80s Frankie says craze)or Baz.

so my schoolmates in Derbyshire called me Pitprop.

Little MAM

William W D "Bud" Prize was taken.

"Badass" "Shagger" "El Magnifico"

*lives in hope*

a single syllable name, I went through 19 years of life unnicknamed.

Then one calamitous evening, in my student days, I suffered a collapsed lung.

I emerged from Birmingham Accident Hospital to find I had acquired a nickname - Captain Collapsor.

However as the weeks turned to months this became shortened to simply The Captain, which the authoritarian within quite liked, or occasionally just Collapso which I wasn't so keen on.

There's an obligation for all members of the Riddle clan to have some rhyming micturation-related moniker applied to them. Since my older brother and I were at the same school, he already had 'Jim' by the time I got there - so I got 'Little Jim'.

That stuck throughout school, but hasn't been much used since, possibly since moving North the old cockney rhyming slang isn't as prevalent...

extensions of Jim. Always wanted a nickname but neber happened. My dad's mate is called Chief. No idea why, but that was the one I wanted.
Still, could have been worse. My dad's nickname is Dick because of our surname. Older viewers can probably work out why.

All through school. It stated long before my class learned anything about Carthage (and obviously much giggling ensued when we did) and many, many moons before Mr & Mrs Armstrong named their bundle of joy.

Strangely enough, house hunting recently and me and the glw chanced upon a lovely house that had recently been viewed by the Slim Shady collaborator but rejected due to it's lack of a swimming pool.

In my first or second year of secondary school the drama Roots was airing on TV. With a little effort and imagination my peers decided my surmame vaguely rhymed with the surname of the lead character - Kunta Kinte. That was it... for the duration of my time in secondary school I was Kunta ( sometimes the 'K' being replaced with a 'C' !).
Still, could have been worse I recall a schoolmate who had particulary bad acne which led to him being rechristened 'Plook' ( scottish term for a spot should a translation be required ).

I work with a Dolphin (after he claimed to have swum across Coniston Water) and a Sheriff (who said whilst being trained "You might do it like that, there's a new shriff in town now though") so I'm more than happy to be James.

All my friends do.

albeit briefly in the 5th Year & Sixth Form at school
Reason: I was a right scruffy bugger

During my apprenticeship, I was christened Reg, due to the similarity of my surname to Perrin. That stuck for about 6 or 7 years. Indeed, some of the people I worked with in the Workshop and latterly the Drawing Office didn't even know me by any other name (also applies to friends parents, and some (short term) girlfriends)

...and still am at work, and to everyone who knew me before uni. For some reason, my friends took to calling me Bob at uni, and it sort of stuck. For a long time, it was just them, but in the last couple of years I've taken to introducing myself as Bob more and more. I like it better than Rob, which is a name for sportscasters and estate agents.

I've had variations: Bobbo, Bobbalob, Big Bob, Fat Bob. But mostly it's just Bob.

Can't think why?
Was it my prominent teeth?
Or my long pointy ears?
It couldn't have been my cute little fluffy tail
could it?

He's no' stable. (Best said in Scots.)

Given to a nutter copper.

At school I was known to a few close friends as Snorrab, it being my surname backwards.

Later when much older and the owner of a wholly unattractive beard I was nicknamed Bluto, as in Popeye's hirsute nemesis.

Later still, this transformed itself into Mr B. This then was shortened to simply 'B'.

Which then was elongated into Beezer and has remained so for about 15 years now. Only my wife, sister and work colleagues use my christian name. All my other friends use my nickname first and foremost at all times.

I quite like that.

(yes, as in Thalidomide). It was due to a pleasing alliteration with my surname, and the fact that I had long arms. I didn't get it either.

I have a surname that should inspire some great nicknames but everyone calls me "My surname" then add a Y i'm disappointed to say the least.
Mrs Crout has the best one for me which is either "Black" or "Blue" depending on her mood. Guessed the surname yet ?
Reason i'm disappointed is,as i'm constantly reminded,is that i'm Royal nickname giver. I got an email from my old mate Cropper asking me how he got his name.Even his mum and dad call him Cropper but he couldn't remember why when one of his kids asked him.
p.s The Real Hardcore call him Eddie as the full nickname is Eddie Cropper.

because my name is Martin, commonly shortened - mostly by my father - to Mart, and people can't hear properly. I've generally left it too late to be comfortable in correcting them, so there are too many people out there who think I'm called Mark.

My longest-standing friend (since Infants' school) calls me Oscar. I call him Felix. The ease with which we slip into the roles of The Odd Couple is sometimes a bit frightening.

My wife calls me Mooniemoo. I have no idea why. (I call her Ninapoo. Because her name is Janine. And she occasionally poos. So I believe.)