Child LabourThere 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?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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When I were a ladback in the dim and distant early 1990s, three friends of mine said they were going to work in a farmer's field picking strawberries for his shop and getting paid £3 an hour cash in hand for it (at the time, when we were all 15, this was a small fortune) Sounded like too much hard work to a spoiled little brat like me, so I passed.
Next thing I knew, they had been paid £3 an hour between them not each, as they had previously believed. One of their dads went to have a word with the farmer, who insisted that he'd never seen any of them before in his life, kids were always trying to rob his farm or con money out of him in some way, and that if they didn't all get off his land immediately he'd call the police.
I felt smug, but have not trusted farmers ever since.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 15:58, Reply)
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