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January 8, 2015

I never had a nickname.

It’s interesting to think how they begin.

I went to school with a kid who got the unfortunate nickname of Tosser.

In truth I can’t remember how he got his name, but even the PE teacher called him Tosser… Ahhhh, the 1970s were such a long time ago.

But the other day I told a friend I had fish and chips with Sofagurl. She said, who’s that?
“Sofagurl. You know, the lass who kindly offered her sofa for me to bunk on.”


I think that’s how it happens.

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