To have nicknames for my neighbours and ask what yours are for yours?

Not in my current house, but on our previous road we had Tattoo Head (bald man with tattooed scalp) Iceland Twat (drove an Iceland van at reckless speeds) and Psycho Dave (Dave, who used to loudly shout at anyone who dared to park their car within 50 metres of his house).

The Von Trapp Family Losers - actually just a couple but they have loads of mawkish “live, laugh, love” type signs in their garden, many with misplaced apostrophes, which do not meet with my approval.

The Landrovers
Night Nurse
Horsey People
Olive Oil (as in Popeye and)
you’d understand if you saw her.
Grumpy tree haters
Oh and Big Gob, although I’ve never seen her, she lives the other side of the hedge, she moved in last year with her Dd 12, they spend all Summer in a jacuzzi and talk in a shout all the time… 😬

Don’t want to know my nickname btw 😂

Next Doors/J&M

Fatties/Scots

No Holly (it’s all they ever say to their dog)

Binfluencers

Peruvian Princess

Weed boy X2 of them in the block.
Prick with his car.
The polish lassie (I know her wee boys name but not the mum)
Mutant dog wifie.

I'm probably knows as grumpy old bastard.

Coffin dodger -old guy next door, we've had a falling out with ( real name is Alan) sometimes refer to him as Mr time warp as well.

Benifit bums/lottery for life family- never worked and all claim benifits.

Taxi man family- dad drives a taxi. Don't know their names

Pablo Escobar (convicted drug dealer) and his wife Mrs Hinch (very glam, has various cleaners into their Instagram house numerous times a week. They literally have their driveway jet washed once a fortnight).

Rita (short for ‘Lovely Rita meter maid’) Always complaining about parking. Not very lovely.

Twat and Mrs Twat. Live opposite, they’re a pair of twats.

Jeffrey Epstein. Definitely a swinger. Pineapple garden ornament and a hot tub the size of Belize. Has a ‘party’ at least once a month. Rita loses her shit about the visitors’ cars. He’s apparently married but I’ve never seen her.

Lance Armstrong. An absolute Elevenerifer who claims he invented the mountain bike.

We just call the nice neighbours by their actual names.

Two Sheds
Curly
Pubic Charles (He used to stand naked in his window and looked a bit like Prince Charles?!)

The Gingers. House of 4 and only one of them is slightly a teeny bit ginger.

We have nicknames for some of ours, they are..
Sadsack
Mrs Safe word (you can imagine)
Hashtag aesthetic
McDonald’s Clare.
All very bitchy and I should probably stop.

That reminds me of the thread from years ago (might have made it into classics), where OP simply could not decipher the name of her neighbour from their family Christmas cards. Her 'best guess' was 'Poddle'.

I still remember OP's family inviting them over for a meal and her asking the neighbour "Would you like me to pass the peas, Poddle?"

I can't actually remember what her actual name was, but - unsurprisingly enough - it wasn't Poddle It might have been something very vaguely resembling it like Pamela or Pauline... but for all I can recall, it could just as easily have been Catherine!

Shouty Twats
Old Ravers
Fourkids

Tesla man.
Camper van arsehole.
Ballet woman.
Biology teacher.

Campervsn arsehole no longer has a camper van after his terrible parking and insistence on having it right outside his house on a narrow road led to the bin lorry taking the side off. Thank goodness there was not a fire.

The Polish party people, they are fun at 3am

Witness Relocation.

Previous Next door neighbours. We said hello and introduced ourselves when they moved in. He said “huh” and ignored offered handshake and didn’t give his name.
I often left for work at same time and I would usually say good morning if I saw him. He would never say it back. This went in for 12 years!

We decided he was so secretive because he was in a witness relocation program and was worried if he spoke to us he’d reveal too much of his real identity.

Eh? As in man-boobs?!

I've got 40 washings and her husband the grey ghost.
Car man.
Dog walking woman.
Next door folk it's just their names.
God knows what they call me ha.

Sulking Sandra and Kinky Ken.

a few years ago a drunk driver hit a few cars on my road very late at night, and in the middle of all the drama I looked out the window to see my neighbour (who had been in bed when the incident happened) was out on the street offering out cans of cider to bystanders and then a little later with a glass of gin.

My partner and I jokingly started referring to him as gin and tonic after this and this has stuck so we now only ever refer to him as gin.

Loopy Linda
Tour bus Terry
Jeremy Corbyn
Crazy Keith
The Aussies
Mr and Mrs Chatterbox
Crazy Rae

I had a neighbour who consistently called me Jane (not my name), in the end I accepted it and sent my Christmas card to him from Jane!

We called our horrible neighbour Manpaps. Thankfully she has now moved away.

The POVs . Not because they are poor - pov for poverty (yes, I know, but it’s used round these parts as such) but it’s the beginning of their surname and both their cars have POV on the number plate. Very outing…🤣