Paul Carter’s “Don’t Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs. She Thinks I’m a Piano Player in a Whorehouse” is a collection of anecdotes from his life as an oil rig worker in some of the world’s most remote and dangerous locations. From near-death experiences to bizarre encounters with wildlife and eccentric colleagues, the potential for thrilling and entertaining storytelling is evident.

However, the execution falls short. Carter’s stories, while undoubtedly filled with drama and danger, are delivered in a disjointed and often crude manner, which detracts from their impact. The pacing is erratic, with some anecdotes dragging on unnecessarily, while others are rushed, leaving little time to build suspense or engage the reader fully. The writing style is conversational but lacks polish, often relying too heavily on shock value rather than crafting a compelling narrative.

What could have been a gripping and insightful glimpse into a world few of us will ever experience instead becomes a series of missed opportunities. The humour, intended to lighten the darker moments, often feels forced, and the stories, though inherently fascinating, lose their potency in the telling. Overall, a disappointing read that struggles to live up to its potential. Two stars.