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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First jobberMy neighbour used to pay me a pound everytime he put his hand down my pants.
This occurence became so frequent I was soon raking in £15k and the Inland Revenue started swiping a quarter of it away as tax and NI.
Cunts.
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 16:02, Reply)
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