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There is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...

I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?

(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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Mister bloody Pound
Worst ever job: working for £15 a day in the everything-for-a-pound-and-now-thankfully-bust-shop Mister Pound (later Poundworld). I would come in of a Saturday morning, mop up the chunder outside the door (we were next to a horrible 'nitespot') and then spend the rest of my day trying to duck when my friends walked by, and selling bleach, hideous mugs and outdated Pot Noodles to Merthyr Tydfil's great unwashed. People really *do* come into these places and ask ''ow much is this'? Especially the ones from the local loony bin, which was two hundred yards away.

Best childhood job: post A-levels summer, sitting on the roof of my house with a six pack, keeping cats out of the back garden with a Black Widow catapult and a bag of BBs, for a tenner a day from my stepfather. Bliss.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 14:25, Reply)

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