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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ah yes, . . fruit pickingIn 1995 the going rate having picked a punnet of raspberries was 20pence. And the buggers complained if the fruit was a) too squishy or b) tubs overfilled.
Come the end of the week you would have calculated what you thought you'd earned, and upon collecting your dosh, surprise surprise, it was about a tenner short.
All this and the pleasure of a half six start during your summer holidays.
Still at least it was cash.
HAPPY DAYS!
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 16:23, Reply)
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