Oh man, paper rounds. heh, Dodgy old solid steel BMX that weighed more then an elephant, cycling round at 7 in the morning getting spider lines across your face!
i remember my hair gel freezing one morning so i litterally had frosted tips in my spiked hair.
many mornings we'd be there before the shop staff and take delivery of the papers and the bread. the bread guys were epic and used to give us packs of freshly baked muffins between us.
sundays were hell with the amount of papers and pullouts in there. and one guy who got his weekly jazz mag (i always delivered it!)
used to love my old paper round. sometimes on saturday (pay day) me and a m8 would get a can of coke and a mars from the manager because we never missed a house and were always finished in a flash!
we'd then take out bikes and cycle the 4-5 miles to warrington and spend out hard earned cash playing laser quest all day

pete