Philip Burton 09/02/2008 To do a paper-round would make me weep having to groan up the steepest hill with massive bags freshly filled with Sunday mags to make me sag and news, not happy, always sad. But I'd rather carry the daily news from here to streets in Timbuctoo than have been a young Victorian kid and have to suffer what they did. Just think of a child chimney-sweep climbing up a dust-filled hole gripping a slippy black wall without a light or a bite to eat, and butterflies inside you! I don't know how their boss could sleep.