ATTEMPTING 300KPH on an untested experimental motorcycle could be considered a perfect way to kill yourself, but Paul Carter is still, well, PAUL CARTER and danger at high speed is his second name.
Whether discovering that being dyslexic means delivering your lines to camera back to front in the midst of filming a TV series, or starting a new business and travelling the world, or dealing with life’s more sober moments like the birth of a son or the loss of a father, Paul Carter is still the funniest man in the bar and the nicest ‘alpha male’ you’ll ever meet as he risks all for the sake of a cracking yarn.
SO STRAP YOURSELF IN and HOLD ON TIGHT for his FOURTH BOOK – we just have to hope that he won’t be institutionalised before completing his fifth!
Whether discovering that being dyslexic means delivering your lines to camera back to front in the midst of filming a TV series, or starting a new business and travelling the world, or dealing with life’s more sober moments like the birth of a son or the loss of a father, Paul Carter is still the funniest man in the bar and the nicest ‘alpha male’ you’ll ever meet as he risks all for the sake of a cracking yarn.
SO STRAP YOURSELF IN and HOLD ON TIGHT for his FOURTH BOOK – we just have to hope that he won’t be institutionalised before completing his fifth!
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Reviews
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.