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NGR1616
OK, I'm fed up with this idle banter.
I've exchanged chat, technical discussion, oilfield bulls**t an all sort of similar stuff on this BB for years now. I think most people know where I'm coming from, even if some refuse to believe it, but that's their problem, not mine.
However, I smell a rat away, and we;re now getting 'statements' such as this.
"People like you are perpetuating the flip side of the scam you claim when it's clear the reservoir isn't viable. "
Would you like, please, pretty pretty please, to just explain to others on this board what our your professional oilfield qualifications for making such a statement?
I live on the other side of your hubris. You drilling honchos often leave behind a mess the completions and reservoirs guys need to mop up. Im a member of `SPE' and 'ICOTA' on a few committees and I would consider myself as someone who can spot bull**** from less than 100yds.
adoubleuk,
There are no reserves. As NGR1616 has said, the reservoir is not viable.
Masters in Chemical Engineering.
Various experience working on multi million pound projects for blue chip companies in a project engineering/project management role.
The Lancaster development does not pay back the initial investment. The project is not viable.
The guy on the rig who earned the most money was the Schlumberger hand (wire line), he stayed up till the job was done. That could be days, not saying he didn't sleep, but it was in his gear back of the dog house.
How the hell can a 2 stage cement job take 32 hours ??
brrr,
I'll tell you how.
Ok, the time included running casing. of course. But then primary cement. Ok, no prob. But the stage-collar was something that had been lying in an open-air warehouse in Gabon for about five years. 'Dropped the bomb', no probs either. But then, trying to get the collar to shear at recommended max 32000 psi, no dice. And of course we had primary cement above ! So decisions, decisions, on an open-air cement-unit, pouring rain, tree in the morning (as usual) in the rainforest. Fortunately I and the Cementer (a Gabonese bloke) were on good terms, and thought the same way, and knew what was at at stake and completely understood the downhole situation if we couldn't get the collar to shear.
So firt of all, we told all the rest of the crew to get well away, for their own safety. Then started to pressure-up to about 4000, which didn't work. So decided to 'bounce' the thing, a couple of times. OK, pouring rain, me and the cementer beginning to grin at each other even more ! It or us, both our lives (literally) and livelihoods on the line. The moth***ucker ancient old stage-coller finally sheared open at a frightening 4800 psi or so, but then we had to pump like crazy to get rid of the (already setting) upper remains of the first stage, sort ourselves out into some semblance of order, and then pump the second stage, which went like a dream.
Then write the report and flop into bed, refusing to answer the phone or anything. Subsequent report was 15 hours 'wait on cement' followed by assorted BoP manoevers which were supervised by the toolpusher.
It was an effin' long uncomfortable night. But one which I remember with a certain fondness, and pride. Not in a selfich way, neither. There was a lot of unspoken 'teamwork' involved, and it all worked out OK. Millions at stake, but that wasn't what was really in one's mind. Just 'get the job done right'.