Child Labour
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)
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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In the early 90's I got paid £4 a week to deliver 40 papers, 7 days a week. It was the same rate for everyone in the village but everyone else was delivering lightweight Daily Stars and The Sun at the "council end", whereas I had to do the posh end with huge broadsheets and countless supplements - the bastards. And why did those posh cnuts have to have such small letterboxes?
Still, it was all worth it for my daily dose of Page 3 tits - very important for a young growing lad like me. It was the only tabloid I had to deliver but at least it was down a deserted lane where I could knock one out if the model was decent enough.
I gave it all up when I found my mates from the next village were getting £11 just to deliver a handful of Daily Mails.
( , Fri 17 Feb 2006, 18:38, Reply)
In the early 90's I got paid £4 a week to deliver 40 papers, 7 days a week. It was the same rate for everyone in the village but everyone else was delivering lightweight Daily Stars and The Sun at the "council end", whereas I had to do the posh end with huge broadsheets and countless supplements - the bastards. And why did those posh cnuts have to have such small letterboxes?
Still, it was all worth it for my daily dose of Page 3 tits - very important for a young growing lad like me. It was the only tabloid I had to deliver but at least it was down a deserted lane where I could knock one out if the model was decent enough.
I gave it all up when I found my mates from the next village were getting £11 just to deliver a handful of Daily Mails.
( , Fri 17 Feb 2006, 18:38, Reply)
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