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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shroomsI've done the mushroom picking lark...
four huge bunkers suffocated in plastic tarpaulins, cold and damp inside, illuminated by long neon lights that cast a flickering, eerie glow. Racks of shelves, covered in coffin-like boxes, full of moist dark earth, in which there were lurking small pale fungi, their soft heads held up by stunted, flaccid stems. I worked with my back to the wall wherever possible, suspecting that among the endless rows of mushroom birthing-boxes, there lurked a horror, after the warmth that my youthful, hot young body exuded.
£4 p/h though, not bad for a summer job!
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 15:59, Reply)
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