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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enforced massagesMy parents were a very stressed lot, what with the impending financial doom caused by Dad's gambling, alcoholism and of course three teenage children.
Money for normal teenage things like going to the roller skating disco on a Friday in a new bubble skirt (it was the 80s, had to be earnt and my main job was to massage my dad's bulky shoulders and my mothers high heel deformed feet! Which I can tell you could really stink and be somewhat strange to explain to my friends.
But that wasn't the worst, my parents then started telling relatives how good I was at massage and soon every Nanna, great aunt and uncle all wanted some of the healing hands of yours truly.
To stymie demand for my services I upped the rates but without luck and the horror of going to a family occasion and seeing rows of feet slipped out of shoes as I entered a room still lives with me today, and the smell the horrible smell.
On the bright side my powers of massage still impress people today and can be put to strategic use when I need IT boys to get something done for me at work and of course getting laid.
Long time listener, first time poster.
(, Sun 19 Feb 2006, 21:08, Reply)
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