I used to do the spud-bashing at me mum's chippie after closing time from about eleven years old. Feed the spuds into a machine that bashed them around to get the skin off then cut the eyes out before chucking them into a big wooden tub of water for next day's chips. It was dirty and hazardous and usually freezing cold, but I got half a crown per session three times a week. I was rich.

Remember when you had to do a morning duty at youth hostels before the warden would give you your membership card back? The worst one I ever got was emptying the bucket toilets into a cesspit at Achiltibuie hostel in Scotland.

Reading both the above, I'm glad that 'ealth 'n' safety sometimes goes mad!