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A review by heather_harrison
Don't Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs, She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse by Paul Carter
challenging
hopeful
lighthearted
fast-paced
3.0
All the swagger, bravado and confidence of any guy you’ll meet at a pub who exceeds at telling slightly exaggerated tales. Lots of immature and cringy moments. And not quite enough stories about working on oil rigs.
Graphic: Body horror, Cursing, Excrement, and Alcohol
Moderate: Injury/Injury detail
Minor: Animal cruelty, Animal death, Vomit, and War