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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Washing up dishes in an old folks home.I washed up dishes and served tea and coffee to the old dears. For £3.50 an hour.
I kept it up for six months and spent the lot on a hi-fi. When the CD player broke, so did my heart.
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 17:59, Reply)
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