Most of the fishing boats/quays I once worked on - high nickname
environments) had a resident thicko. Reverse humour usually gave him his
nickname, more often than not '[Nationality] Einstein', or 'Brain of
[Nationality]' after a radio quiz show that doesn't seem to know when to
die. 'Shit-for-Brains' also featured, but might be a little OTT for the
context. And in memory of Saint Dury, let us never forget 'Clever Trevor',
who haunted nearly every part-time job I ever had in the south of England.
Known in those days as 'Bollocky Long' not, unfortunately because of any
particular courage or sexuality, but because of a reputation for getting
very bad-tempered, often with authority figures (usually the harbourmaster
or the local bailiffs), and being very stroppy about rules and regulations.