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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My afternoon paper round was actually a popular event.Friends used to come with me on my afternoon round simply for the fun that used to ensue.
One house had a dog which could reach the rather high letter box.
It used to leap up, grab the paper and then fuck off. We discovered that if you didn't let go then the dog would jump repeatedly, getting more and more angry and ripping more and more of the paper to pieces.
Every day after this discovery they received a twisted ripped utterly fucked newspaper.
We used to cry with laughter at that. They never said a word either. Still, it was the Daily Mail.
We also winched a mate up a scaffold in a builders bucket. He got to about 60ft up the block of flats before he started to cry.
We showed our willies to a woman in a different block of flats.
We stole 'prizes' from the old peoples home tombola, usually some tinned peaches or some such shit.
We routinelly tried to piss our names onto the road or do distance pissing, or perhaps the high-piss.
then i'd get £8 at the end of the week.
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 11:02, Reply)
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