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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How a man boy was thrust into the wonderful yet frightening world of work by his evil maAt age 15 my ma decided schooling me was a waste so she asked me what I wanted to do. Work with horses or build buildings was my reply. Well I ended up working for this racehorse trainer. This aboriginal apprentice jockey JC and I lived in the loft above the horse boxes with some decent sized rats. If we didn't get out of bed at 3.30am when called trainer threw a saucepan of water over us which was a bastard when you got back into bed after trackwork at around 9am. Every sunday morning he would make us put the boxing gloves on and fight each other in the backyard. This became quite hazardous as we got older and began to stay out drinking all Saturday night.
(, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 11:57, Reply)
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