This is Not a Drill: Just Another Glorious Day in The Oilfield by Paul Carter (1.5 stars)

This is the sequel to 'Don't Tell Mum I Work on the Rigs: She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse', but unfortunately nowhere near as good. Paul Carter has led a fascinating life on oil rigs all over the world, and his first book is chock full of hilarious stories and crazy shenanigans.

This book tries to continue in the same vein, but unfortunately he used all his best material in the first book. He borrows a number of stories from his Dad and others, but the result is fairly underwhelming.

I did love this description of all the vodkas available in Russia:

...vodka came in bottles, pots, aluminium canisters - you name it. One was a glass rendition of an AK-47, complete with polished rosewood and red satin-lined presentation box, the muzzle being the pouring end.

Of course the stories he does have are every bit as dirty as you would expect from someone working on rigs. His friend Andy (who also had a disturbing poo fetish that was described in some detail) claimed amongst his accomplishments filling a condom with a shot of Baileys, and dropping it behind the bar to get the bar staff back for being slow to serve his drinks. Once they had discovered the slimy mess behind the bar, he went around, picked up the condom and drank the remaining baileys out. Ick.

Read his first book, give this one a miss.

1.5 stars.