I was a British kid growing up in Northern Ireland in the 80'sMy surname is Crump. I used to get all kinds of shit in school about it when I was small, and my older brother used to tell me that the day he was 16 he'd change it by deed poll. I asked my dad about it and he said that he had solved the situation in his earlier years by insisting everyone called him by his forename and not even acknowledging a shout of Crump, no matter who it was from. I went to bed that night and weighed up the options and decided that on the contrary, I would stare that tiger down and demand that I must be addressed as Crump from that day forth. Even my brother and my wife call me Crump, though they are both Crumps.
I had many many nicknames.
A lot of stuff with Orange in the name.
Weirdly the one that sticks in my head is Parsley Orange.
My surname at the time was Bardsley and I was a Brit.
So obviously Parsley Orange.
I was also called Monkey for years.