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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Me and some matesWhen i used to live in France i had a group of friends with which i would go out to a small farming village in the foothills of the Pyrenees and would occasionally help out the locals with various farm jobs. We decided to head out for my friends 18th for much drinking and smoking. Skip to us at 6 in the morning on my mates bday picking potatoes for his grandad till the sun went down...for free. By the time we had showered and regrouped after this we were far to tired to even bother drinking and my poor friend was in bed with terrible sunburn after supper - good times
(, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 1:31, Reply)
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