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 name's Lardyboy and I was a teenage trapperIt's like trapper's anonymous here at the moment, so I guess it's my turn to share.
I was quite well paid while I was a trapper, £3 or £4 an hour (not bad in 1984), but I suspect that this was due to the poor safety record of the club. In two years I was lucky enough to escape with a broken wrist and a two inch gash just below my left knee. The latter injury was caused by the blade of a trap which was stuck, but came free, at speed, after the bottom of a box of clays gave way and fell on the manual release handle. After a bit of a sit down and lots of swearing, the boss let me cycle home early. Once home I had a proper look at the damage and found I could see bone, so I took a quick trip to A&E.
When I broke my wrist I got driven to hospital in the owner's Rolls, so I was quite pleased about that.
(, Wed 22 Feb 2006, 13:30, Reply)
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