that's the stuff... and if you got the smooth side the wrong way you just spread rather than wiped...
One of my first jobs on leaving school was as an “assistant milkroundsman”. Used to start 4 am helping load carts and wagons, go on the round jumping on and off the cart as it was still moving to deliver bottles and retrieve empties. Me mam would have gone spare! Every morning the bloke in charge of the cart (It was horse and cart) used to stop off at his house and go in for a coffee leaving me outside, freezing me nadgers off, with a bottle of freezing cold milk to drink. I saw some smashing sunrises though. Anyway, one morning I’d just put a crate on the cart, which was at the side of the road, when a delivery van came along. The driver asked me to move the horse and cart forward a few yards so he could pull in. So I took hold of the reins (I’d seen how it was done, you see, so I was confident) and clucked my tounge and off we went. But when I told it to stop the horse just kept going. Panicking, I started to shout STOP STOP. THe more I shouted the faster the horse went. We went careering down the street with me hanging desperately onto the reins and trying to keep my feet. Luckily my boss had heard my frantic shouting and came out of the yard to see what the commotion was. “Shout WHOA ye daft bugger”, he yelled. Luckily that did the trick. I was banned from ever touching the reins again.
Luckily I'm not gullible so never had that sort of stuff get past me, but some of the stuff people fell for was class. Glass hammer the lot. lol
I had a paper round, paid £4 a week, I then took on a longer round at £5 a week. I then got on to a milk round which paid £11 a week and on Saturday mornings we collected payments from houses, might have dipped our hands into the money pot most weeks as well for a few extra quid.
It’s nicknamed “John Wayne paper” by red indians cause it’s rough it’s tough and takes no **** off Indians
