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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Sh*t ShovellerWhen myself and my family lived in Aberdeen in the late 70's, my father (RIP) ordered a ton or so of mixed cow, horse and chicken sh*t for the garden from a local farmer. This was subsequently dumped in our front garden. This was one seriously big pile of sh*t and it needed to be shovelled into a wheelbarrow, taken through the garage and dumped in the back garden. Cue the 2 younger sons (me being about 12 and my younger bro about 9) being togged out in the oldest clothes folks could find and put to work. Funny thing was , the folks sold it to us an adventure so we didn't mind.
Given that we could only wheel about 15-20 kg at a time, this took a lot of trips.
Did we get any extra pocket money for it? Did we feck but oddly enough we did gain street cred as our friends came down and watched in awe as we happily shovelled sh*t.
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 16:34, Reply)
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