Looking back it was a pretty sketchy place. There were some places that you would never send an 10-12 year old lad to on his own these days. Some of those estates were riddled with drugs, guns, and some proper ****ing nasty people. I guess I was just the paperboy so nobody really batted an eyelid towards me. Do you remember you used to get extra money for delivering flyers for adverts for local taxi / pizza / double glazing etc. But the rub was having to stuff every ****ing paper with stacks of those flyers. what a utter **** of a job
I diligently delivered all of mine until I'd got my BMX and then every single ****ing one got lobbed in an old abandoned garage
Never did a paper round but my brother did the local free paper. He got something like £6 basic or if there were a load of flyers about £10, that was back in 2003ish. Took him well over 6 hours to do a round as it covered bloody miles
Yeah same. I used to get something like £5 but that was with all of the flyers. At the time I thought I was lucky that I had to deliver to flats as they were all close together, but looking back it was a diabolical job.
Mate of mine used to be a Milkman with one of those old electric floats. He crashed it into a load of cars on an icy day and tried to make a getaway, but somebody ran after him and caught up with him
Yep absolute piss take of a job. And if he'd miss one house they'd be on his case straightaway, moaning at a bloody 13year old kid.
I had a Capri that was written off by a milk float...the twat reversed round the corner straight into my parked car. Because the rear of the thing was made from angle iron, it done something to the structural integrity of the car, so the insurance company wrote it off.
Didn't get the Cramps, Dinosaur jnr and Journey. Only got Killing Joke because one of them was wearing the T Shirt!
