Damien on… Child Labour
I do not see what all the FUSS is about.
In My Day, we had to get up at the crack of dawn, then traipse to school, where we would be bored rigid with facts we cared little about, forced to drink warm, curdley milk, be ritually humiliated by sadistic sports masters, have board-rubbers thrown at us by ALL masters if we did not at least PRETEND to take notice of what they were droning on about – and get CANED if we goofed around.
We would have WELCOMED the alternative of doing a bit of stitching in a nice, warm room.
Kids today – they don’t know they’re born.