Id always thought spiritual enlightenment would involve candles, meditative music and maybe even a happy faced person wearing an orange robe banging a gong occasionally. Never in my wildest imaginings did I expect it would happen when I was on all fours vomiting my guts out beside a sugar cane field in far north Queensland on Mothers Day.And so begins Denise Scotts riotous memoir about growing up in Greensborough, not-shagging Robbie Buckle, and finding Mr Right before realising, belatedly, that he wasnt. And how hard her mother worked to make things ordinary in the face of Denises desire to be anything but. On The Tour, Denise once again charms readers with her always honest and never-less-than-hilarious appraisal of life in all its facets, revealing how one of our favourite stand-up comics got to be the woman she is. (Thanks in no small part to her mum.)
Id always thought spiritual enlightenment would involve candles, meditative music and maybe even a happy faced person wearing an orange robe banging a gong occasionally. Never in my wildest imaginings did I expect it would happen when I was on all fours vomiting my guts out beside a sugar cane field in far north Queensland on Mothers Day.And so begins Denise Scotts riotous memoir about growing up in Greensborough, not-shagging Robbie Buckle, and finding Mr Right before realising, belatedly, that he wasnt. And how hard her mother worked to make things ordinary in the face of Denises desire to be anything but. On The Tour, Denise once again charms readers with her always honest and never-less-than-hilarious appraisal of life in all its facets, revealing how one of our favourite stand-up comics got to be the woman she is. (Thanks in no small part to her mum.)