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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Old-ish guy, lived down the street, old friend of my mum's.It's the summer holidays, I need some pocket money, so my mum suggests that I do some garden work for him. Cue a week of cleaning ponds, digging grass, mixing cement, cleaning sheds, breaking up bricks, pissing about with water features, cleaning filters, you name it. I spent everynight that week dreaming of a shiney tenner that awaited me on sunday. Come the end of the week, I pop 'round in order to receive my monetary bounty and what do I get?...a quid. A fucking quid. Cheers, Bob, you stingy cunt.
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Laughing Boy, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 0:56,
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