
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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I was taken out of school and made to dig the garden, gather firewood and do all the housework, and then I was fed on leftovers from the rest of the family chucked together in a bowl and microwaved. I was also beaten up if I didn't do a perfect job of it all.
Not surprisingly, I ended up in care. Although it took social workers up until I was 14 to notice.
It all sounds a bit victorian, but I'm only 31!
Well, you did ask
( , Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:43, Reply)
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