Aussie Authors: Don’t tell mum I work on the rigs, she thinks I’m a piano player in a whore house.

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So due to the many books I’ve collected, bought, traded, received and sent to friends for second opinions I decided to do a few reviews here of Australian authors who I  think suits my blog and don’t fit into A knife and Quill.  Without further delay I will introduce to you the first book I ever purchased at an Airport]

  

Title: Don’t Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs, She Thinks I’m a Piano Player in a Whorehouse

Author: Paul Carter

Pages: 204 page

Published: 2006

Genre: Biographical Comedy

Paul Carter takes us on the highlights of his career as an oil pig.  The Scottish born, Australian based author’s book Don’t Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs, She Thinks I’m a Piano Player in a Whorehouse is definitely not for everyone.  But hey, if you like my crudeness, you’ll love his point-blank honesty, optimism and suitably placed cursing.  Not surprisingly, since he’s been kidnapped, hijacked, shot at,  almost died of dysentery in Asia and toothache in Russia, watched a Texan lose his mind in the jungles of Asia , lost a lot of money backing a mouse against a scorpion in a fight to the death…and that (was) just his day job.  With 20 years of working in the field (10 at the time of the book I believe), he knows his shit, an he’s seen everything that can happen in these, dirty, low life yet tightest fitting ‘brotherly’ environments one can ever work in.

On top!  If it wasn’t enough to be captured by his own pet orangutan and left to die until the primate ran out of beer, he decided to share even more of his escapades (after a finishing promise of his last book)

Title: This is not a drill, just another glorious day in the oilfield

Author: Paul Carter

Pages: 204 page

Published: 2010

Genre: Biographical Comedy

Paul Carter has worked in the oil industry now for 15 years. Paul has lived, worked, gotten into trouble, and been given a serious talking to in England, Scotland, Germany, France, Holland, Norway, Portugal, Tunisia, Australia, Nigeria, Russia, Singapore, Malaysia, Borneo, Columbia, Vietnam, Thailand, Papua New Guinea, Sumatra, the Philippines, Korea, Japan, China, USA, and Saudi Arabia.

He shares even more stories.

These are not an autobiography, nor chronological, but a read for those that love their books served straight without the ice nor soda.  I nearly pissed myself laughing and stopped after every chapter or three just to catch my breath and give my abdominals a reprieve from the harsh workout.

I seriously recommend picking these up, and adding them to your collection.

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Don’t Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs, She Thinks I’m a Piano Player in a Whorehouse

This is not a drill, just another glorious day in the oilfield

~ by John the Aussie on July 15, 2012.