Paper Lads......and Lasses

[kippaxwarrior]

I had a paper round in n Blackley growing up and I used to deliver to the Riverdale Flats.

One bloke in there used to have a copy of Razzle and Escort hidden in his News Of The World every 2 Sundays

 

[Beswick Prize Bands Big Drum]

Had one for a couple of years around White Moss estate from the Charlestown Pub down to Grange Park Rd, always remember one house when I put the paper through the letter box they must have been waiting and pulled it out of my hand really quick catching my fingers in the letter box, after a few times of this happening I would wack the paper with my hand, I'm sure I heard a groan a couple of times as if the paper hit the twat behind the door, needless to say the paper was never pulled out of my hand again.

 

[-dabz-]

Had one for a couple of years around White Moss estate from the Charlestown Pub down to Grange Park Rd, always remember one house when I put the paper through the letter box they must have been waiting and pulled it out of my hand really quick catching my fingers in the letter box, after a few times of this happening I would wack the paper with my hand, I'm sure I heard a groan a couple of times as if the paper hit the twat behind the door, needless to say the paper was never pulled out of my hand again.

...A favourite trick of me and my brothers that one...lol..

 

[ob]

Not a paper round as such but worked as apprentice compositor after leaving school. Part of my apprenticeship was delivering weekly papers in a van on a Thursday evening around south Derry/Londonderry. Places like Garvagh, Kilrea, Swatragh, Desertmartin, Draperstown, Maghera, Magherafelt, Bellaghy etc. Some scary times going through these towns/villages in late 70s and early 80s at height of troubles.

 

[Tuearts right boot]

Had a Monday-Saturday then a Sunday round for a few years after in my teens. Around Scunthorpe tho.

A milf used to occasionally come to the door in her dressing gown and collect it, once got some tit slip in when it came apart. Fond memories.

............and ??

 

[BlueTG]

............and ??

Smashed her back doors in

 

[bluealf]

Yes. I really miss walking down the garden path and getting a face full of dewy, wet spiders and their webs.

I used to get the same from old Mrs Thompson at number 69.

 

[Dirty Harry]

Had one for a couple of years around White Moss estate from the Charlestown Pub down to Grange Park Rd, always remember one house when I put the paper through the letter box they must have been waiting and pulled it out of my hand really quick catching my fingers in the letter box, after a few times of this happening I would wack the paper with my hand, I'm sure I heard a groan a couple of times as if the paper hit the twat behind the door, needless to say the paper was never pulled out of my hand again.

Similar to that on my round, but it was two German Shepherds (different addresses).
I tried running, posting, running off, the Ninja stealth approach, but they always managed to get the paper as I posted and drag my hand through the door.

It always puzzled me how they managed to do it, until I got a dog of my own who was obsessed with the postman, he always knew roughly what time he’d get there and would just sit quietly behind the door, no doubt these two GSD’s did the same.

Sundays were great though, someone managed to get the phone number of the shop that was in the back, so we’d all dawdle putting our rounds together, then one would go and ring the shop, when the boss went to answer, we’d fill our bags with chocolate, sweets, Mags, wank Mags etc then disappear, weird how he never really caught on and would even joke that we’d always nearly all disappeared when he got back after answering the phone!

 

[Magicpole]

I had two paper rounds as a kid. Evening and Sundays. My whole focus was on trying get the cunts to give me a few bob tip. I would "accidently" rattle the letter box every Sunday morning and hope some hungover **** would answer it and give me a fiver. Never happened.

One day my sister came home from school with a big bag of stolen christmas cards. I took one look at them, offered her 50p for them all and sat down and wrote in every one.

Happy Christmas from the paperboy.

It worked. Shamed them into giving me money. I made £53 that day. A small fortune to me and an indication of an evolving criminal mind that woukd serve me well.

 

[paul]

Time can make the memory hazy, but I'd say you had a lucky escape from @kaz7

It doesn't feel that way even after all these years,early 70's. My Dad told me that she was the one for me and my ex brother in law told me that "he'd had her",I was gutted.