As much as the the second half of the title would have you believe, this is not Just Another Glorious Day in the Oilfield.

This is not a Drill picks up right where Paul Carter’s first book left off. Paul is still out doing his thing on the rigs, although now he has a girlfriend and is seriously looking at getting out of the oil drilling business so he can settle down.

I really enjoyed Paul Carter’s first book, Don’t tell Mum I work on the Rigs (She thinks I’m a piano player in a whorehouse). It was really funny, exciting, and filled with all kind of crazy (fucked up) characters. The places Paul visited and the shit he got into was definitely a step above crazy in Don’t tell Mum. 

This is not a drill? Not so much. This book suffers from the same problem as My Booky Wook 2 (as I predicted in my earlier post about the first book It feels like you’re retreading the same territory at best, or reading chapters that got edited out of the first book, simply because they weren’t that good to begin with.

Overall, I wouldn’t recommend this to people unless you loved the first book. If you loved the first book, think of this book more like the deleted scenes from a movie.