Yet another nickname

There is no rhyme or rhythm to it sometimes. With some people, I cannot come up with an apt nickname to save my life. Other people get several.

Anarchist Prime reveals more and more aspects of his personality, all of them supplying apt nicknames, as I get to know him more. The latest aspect has revealed a hell of a lot about him, and thrown up a nickname that is simply too good not to share. It comes courtesy of my friend, work colleague, and fellow sufferer, Magicke: Little Fish.

Why? He's bought himself a new car: a Mercedes 4wd. A Toorak Tractor. A big, fat, petrol-guzzling, resources-wasting piece of off-roader that will probably never see so much as a puddle across the whole of its entire life.

He's already spent quite a lot of his time trying to cover up his mistakes (and failing). Covering up his mistakes usually involves the rest of us lying for him, making excuses, and generally taking the rap. And none of us are willing to do that.

Little Fish is trying to be a Big Fish - or a bigger fish than the fishes around him. Unfortunately, the little fish sharing the pond with him have a nasty habit of turning into piranha. And we all know what piranha do to things larger than them when they get hungry.