Okay, so you write a book about your wild and weird experiences on an oil rig ('Don't Tell Mum..'), it's pretty good and it manages to sell a surprisingly respectable amount of copies. So the publishers come back to you and say 'Well that last book went down a storm, we need you to write another one'. Your dilemma now is whether to: A) Admit you've used up all your good material and regretfully decline B) Happily use all the other fantastic stories you've been holding back or C) Regurgitate a few well-worn tales that aren't quite the pick of the bunch and take the money.
If you're anything like me and the author of this book, you will go for option C.
This is longer, denser and more mature than the first book, still stuffed full of gross-out humour and stories for grown up boys about drunkenness, pranks, motorbikes and dangerous situations.
Paul Carter's style is very readable, but this sequel has even less of an oilfield theme than the first book. Here we hear flying stories from Paul's dad and his Air Force mates, Paul goes on an interesting but unexplained trip through Afghanistan, and we stray so far off track that much of it has hardly got anything to do with the drilling of the title.
So anyone expecting to read something with any connection to the oil industry will be disappointed, or at least confused.
Still, if you're looking for a rip-roaring, rollicking roster of drunken antics, tropical diseases and bad behaviour, you won't go far wrong.
Really enjoyed the author's first book and read this one straight after. The first book was very original and contained some great tales and escapades and I suppose I was looking for more here. In this one Carter tells a few more tales but mixes in some serious stuff and some views on the way of the world. Obviously the best tales got used in the first book and here is is looking to do something slightly different. This is still very entertaining and readable but does not hit the highs of the first one.