Picking bloody potatoes?
As a lad I grew up in north Buckinghamshire, nice place as they go. Every year the chap that owned the majority of fields around would have his potato harvest and would hire the kids in the village to pick them. He was a decent bloke, paid what he said he would, on time, and would walk around and give you sweets to keep the blood sugar up I suppose.

I forget how much exactly we would earn per day but if you chose the per-bag option it was 5p a bag. Now these bags are old fertilizer bags and when you've stuffed as many potatoes in them as they will hold they are fecking heavy.

At the end of the day your back, legs, and particularly hands were knackered due to dragging endless numbers of bags to the pickup pile along the row.

How did we while away the monotonous hours? we threw rotten seed potatoes at the chap driving the potato spinner tractor.. when they started speeding up the production line because it looked like we wouldn't be done by the end of the holiday what did we do? Lob a bloody great rock in the gubbins of the potato spinner.. that slowed them down for an hour getting that out.

Stay in school kids, actually WORKing for a living is not good.
(Lurkaloid awarded wanking black belt on, Sat 18 Feb 2006, 23:05, Reply)