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My dad was a postie but a driver and I did some temp sorting and a few walks back in 1997.
A few people tried to give me money as it was Christmas I told them to give it to the real postie. The other temp wanted to ditch the mail and go back (we had one of those red handcart thingys) I told him 'No we're f'kin not' did all of it bar a few we couldn't find. Had it just been this lazy feck they wouldn't have got the mail.
Some of the opening chord progression in this is similar to the work of the Serbian band Riblja Čorba in their seminal work "Ostani đubre do kraja" on their debut album "Kost U Grlu"