At school in the early fifties, nearly everyone had a nickname, and we liked it. I was skeletally thin, with bandy legs, and loved horseriding, so I was called The Galloping Hairpin (Pinny for short)Red-haired ones were always Ginger, those wearing glasses Specky etc. Honestly, we all laughed and didn't mind a bit. In fact, I was glad to have a nickname like everyone else!