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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Carrying bricks
My parents overhauled their back garden when I was about 10 or 11, and did all the building and landscaping themselves. They live in an old terraced house with no rear garden access, so all the building materials had to be delivered to the front garden and then carried through the house. And so my brother and I were employed to do this. 2 bricks at a time, one in each hand. It took days. I think we got paid minimum wage (~£3 an hour back then?) so it could have been worse.
( , Sat 18 Feb 2006, 3:02, Reply)
My parents overhauled their back garden when I was about 10 or 11, and did all the building and landscaping themselves. They live in an old terraced house with no rear garden access, so all the building materials had to be delivered to the front garden and then carried through the house. And so my brother and I were employed to do this. 2 bricks at a time, one in each hand. It took days. I think we got paid minimum wage (~£3 an hour back then?) so it could have been worse.
( , Sat 18 Feb 2006, 3:02, Reply)
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