Growing up we did, not nowadays. They were usually named after the people who lived there before eg Big Jane wasn’t big at all or called Jane but the lady who’d lived there a decade ago was ‘Big Jane’ to my parents in private so the names sort of passed on with the house.
Then there was Talk Me Dead across the road (not sure how that came about I think our next door neighbours named her because she liked to chat).
If our dad disapproved of someone he’d call him by his surname only eg ‘Smith’ or ‘Smith at no 8’. The person only became Mr Smith if he became elderly/unwell.
No Shirt always washed his car topless (rolls of sunburnt flesh on display and music blasting).
Madam Chocolat got her name from eating chocolate in a flimsy nightie in her lit bedroom window at night (curtains open!)
Stan the Builder Man wasn’t a builder he just had a van.
The Barkers left their 2 dogs yap in the garden all day while they were out, until after a few months of noise disturbance my mum took the hosepipe and soaked both garden and dogs while they were out. She did this for a few days (in summer when there was no rain) and delighted in watching the owners return and look at the sky in puzzlement, wondering why their back garden was soaked and everywhere else was dry. They got the hint and booked doggy daycare after a while.
My dad nicknamed one young neighbour ‘Yummy Mummy’ not fully realising what it meant, he thought it meant hippie. My mum wasn’t happy about that one!
I sometimes wonder if my parents had nicknames they didn’t know about!
We don’t have names for our neighbours, it’s hard enough remembering their real names! I had a giggle when a neighbour looked me up and down and said confidingly ‘you’re not from these shores are you dear?’ I had to tell her I’d been born and bred in the U.K. just have slightly olive skin and dark eyes 😂