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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I've been a Sunday paper boy since I was 13 (Now 17)
I've not had a single payrise, the papers get bigger year on year, and every fucking week I get the same fucking cunt complaining about his paper. Take a few weeks ago for example. Pissing it down with rain, all the papers are getting fucking soaked. I get to the cunt house, push his cheap crappy Mail on Sunday through, and wait for the door to be flung open. Sure enough, it was. And I was treated to a lecture about how "all you chav kids are the same" and that I "should dry the papers before posting"
The paper was in a plastic bag and I have long black hair, was wearing all black and listening to Bullet For My Valentine. So yes. I'm a chav alright.
Oh and I only get £5 a week for 2 hours work.
( , Sun 19 Feb 2006, 15:18, Reply)
I've not had a single payrise, the papers get bigger year on year, and every fucking week I get the same fucking cunt complaining about his paper. Take a few weeks ago for example. Pissing it down with rain, all the papers are getting fucking soaked. I get to the cunt house, push his cheap crappy Mail on Sunday through, and wait for the door to be flung open. Sure enough, it was. And I was treated to a lecture about how "all you chav kids are the same" and that I "should dry the papers before posting"
The paper was in a plastic bag and I have long black hair, was wearing all black and listening to Bullet For My Valentine. So yes. I'm a chav alright.
Oh and I only get £5 a week for 2 hours work.
( , Sun 19 Feb 2006, 15:18, Reply)
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