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

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Apparently most people in the UK have nicknames for their neighbours that they use within their household.

Mine are -
Their names - J & M (next door)
Next door not J & M (I actually know their names but still call them this)
Barky dog people
Penguin people
Policeman's family
Old boy

What are yours, and perhaps more interestingly... what do you think your neighbours call you?

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.

Eh? As in man-boobs?!

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.

The Polish party people, they are fun at 3am

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.

Shouty Twats
Old Ravers
Fourkids

No lol.

They gave giant, inflatable, light up penguins that they put up in front of their house at Christmas.

Our kids love them and every year beg me to buy them similar giant inflatable Christmas decs and I always refuse because they're not my thing

Last year my then 6yo was so enthralled with the penguins that she insisted we send a Christmas card to "the penguin people" as she called them, just to tell them that she loved their penguins so much. Even though we don't know their names.

Caught up in the Christmas spirit, I let her post one through their door but they never acknowledged or sent one back and now I cringe with embarrassment that I sent it 😂

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!

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Next Doors/J&M

Fatties/Scots

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

Binfluencers

Peruvian Princess

Don’t want to know my nickname btw 😂

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… 😬

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.

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).

We have an intensely irritating neighbour who thinks (has actually told us) that he owns the road and makes ridiculous demands and harassing threats. If he weren't elderly and also rather pathetic, we might actually be a bit scared of him.

We know his actual name, but it isn't an especially common one, so there's a faint chance that it could be outing; but we've adjusted it slightly to make a word meaning something approximating to 'buffoon'. Supposing his name were Stuart, we've amended it to 'Stu-pid'.

We refer to them by their names except for a nice, older couple. We don’t know their names but they’re very pleasant/ friendly and they have a lovely dog called Sidney, so ‘Sidney’s parents’

The royals (Charles and Camilla 😂) behind us and the Gallagher’s (shameless) used to live opposite us, they had a sofa in their front garden for about a year! Started off during one World Cup season, the house opposite has their biggest garden in the front and one year they brought a telly out and had some friends to watch the football, to be fair it wasn’t wild and out of control or too mental but the sofa stayed there for a good 12
months! They moved a few years ago now!
Other than that we have some quirky neighbours up and down the street but we know them all by name so just name them if talking about them.

I grew up next door to the Crook and the Lobster. The Lobster used to wave her arms over her head, clenching and stretching her hands while she ranted at us. If a ball went over into her garden she would offer it back to us, then stab it with a garden tool before throwing it back. (We soon learned not to kick or throw in that direction! None of the other neighbours had any problems with us, and all other neighbours with children had no issues chucking balls back to each other.) The Crook was her husband. Every few years he would spending a few months travelling for work. According to him, that is. According to the Lobster he'd been in prison. Which was confirmed several times in the newspaper.

We don't have any nicknames for our current neighbours. We just use their names.

The happy's- which they are definitely not. Every time I see them, I sing Pharells "happy now".
Other side is The weirdos.

Barky dog people are also our local binfluencers. We never call them this, they are always barky dog people

They seem to really want to be the binfluencers because they make sure their bins are out first by putting them out at 11am the day before they are due to be collected, even though they go out to walk barky dog many times after they out the bins out.

Drives me mad because the bins take up half the pavement and it's so selfish to block wheelchair user and buggies for that long unnecessarily... just to be the street's binfluencer 🙄