PRAISE FOR PAUL CARTER: A torrent of tall tales from a life less ordinary.
Carter is a kind of modern day Indiana Jones... a natural storyteller.
This is one of the most split-my-sides-laughing memoirs I think I have ever read . . . that blows along like the North Sea.
What you have here . . . is that rare situation of somebody who not only has a story to tell but the ability to tell it. Carter’s anecdotes are told with great good humour and perfect timing.
Ever wondered what happens to the boys from the movie Jackass when they grow up? They become oil rig workers. Shit happens, so some of the stuff that Paul Carter and his friends get hit with probably isn’t their fault – although sitting at the top of an oil rig derrick during a thunderstorm is probably inviting God to hit you with something. Otherwise most of the madness and mayhem, interspersed with the occasional car or motorcycle accident and totally over the top practical jokes, are clearly all down to Paul. As for the chain-smoking monkeys, pool-playing ferrets and bartending orangutans . . . if the humans are crazy the animals should be too
Great two-fisted writing from the far side of hell.
Literary black gold . . . Horrifying and hilarious.
A unique look at a gritty game. Relentlessly funny and obsessively readable.