Skimpy: The funniest book you’ll ever read about the Northern Territory

Fans of Paul Carter will love this fast-paced and funny memoir featuring nudist neighbours, sex in croc-infested waters, frogs in the toilet and a resident snake in Kellie’s kitchen that may or may not be lethal. These are the outrageous stories of a feisty girl who decided to go bush.

Kellie Arrowsmith was a country girl whose idea of a hairdo was tying a ponytail whenever she wanted to go horse riding. But in her early twenties she left her sleepy hometown of Albury on the NSW/Victoria border for the bright lights of the Gold Coast, and soon found herself working in a succession of unexciting jobs just to keep up with her now-glamorous lifestyle.

After spending two years as a frazzled receptionist for an adult entertainment agency, Kellie decided to stop booking the jobs and start taking them. So it was that she found herself travelling to Gove, a mining town in East Arnhem Land, where she had her first stint as a skimpy: a barmaid who wears not much clothing for big money. Skimpies can work in the NT, in WA, in the Hunter Valley of NSW - wherever there’s a bunch of blokes with a fly-in fly-out lifestyle who enjoy a cold beer at the end of their shift.

Kellie thought her new job would take her all round the country, but she hadn’t planned on falling in love - not with Dave, a rough-and-tumble outback character with a big heart and the world’s worst four-wheel-drive, and not with the Northern Territory way of life. But she did, and instead of diamonds and dust, Kellie got crocodiles and denim cut-offs - and a whole lot of stories to tell about a side of outback life that’s a long way off the beaten track.