I used to work with a guy who always said "Bless you" when speaking with colleagues on the phone. We called him The Bishop of Southwark. If my favourite football club doesn't sign an effective striker soon I'll start calling it Brighton and Hove Albion Nil (as will anyone reading the scores on TV and radio!).
Ours are at the Amex actually, there's sweary lady who's lovely but can't help let out the occasional profanity and then there's rat face who I'm very glad we are far enough away from to only be bothered by occasionally .
When I worked at Leamington Spa station one of the platform supervisors was called "stocking tops" because he was the nearest thing to (well you know what)
Lurch - he's tall
Cormack - After a weird kid at school
Human encyclopedia - he knows everything
Gok / Adolf - he's a cross between Gok Wang and Adolf Hitler
All others are just short versions of their names eg
T - Taylor
Land - Orlando
Ect
I was invited on a fishing trip with a bunch of guys I hadn’t met before by a friend.
My friend introduced me to the group; “This is Bob, this is Fred and this is F*cking Ted”.
I shook hands with each of them and said, “Hi Bob, Hi, Fred, Hi Ted”.
“No, it’s F*cking Ted”, said F*cking Ted, quite indignantly.
A few a carpet fitter who is called trolley, because you can tell him which order to do jobs or where to go, and you guessed it, he does what the feck he wants (nice guy though)
Another carpet fitter called four tacks, you can work that out for yourselves.