Becks Beer Glass - A Mellings Tale

Received my Becks beer glass today, well I say received; It's been waiting for me at the Royal Mail post office for close to 3 weeks now...

So today myself and Dan Jones took it upon ourselves to take the epic cold, wintery, and potentially fatal journey on the slippery paths of Salford so that we can enjoy a lovely cold, perfectly brewed pint of Becks Vier.

You may remember our post a few weeks ago when we ordered our free glass... well in case you haven’t worked it out yet... it's arrived. I'm sure Dan Jones can sort you out with a picture soon.

Now, I have to tell you something that might shock you, and indeed it shocked me! So if it shocks you, then that’s good, because it means im telling the story with the gratitude it deserves.

After ordering my free becks vier glass, waiting however many weeks or months it took to come, then being so busy I couldn't pick it up from the Post Office, AND then deciding to make a big effort, walking for at least an hour through tortuous conditions... I got my glass, got it home, then... (as I was also going homehome this night, I was packing a couple of bags into the car) It was at this time, the time of the car loading, I was holding the Becks Vier box in my hand, and then swooooooop... shriekk... SMASH! Onto the ice and into a million pieces. It was at this point I felt my heart sink to the floor and catch a cold from the snow.

1 minute later - :(

2 minutes later - :(

3 minutes later - :0 I had a plan.

5 Minutes later - :) I had completed my plan.

This plan was to firstly, text Dan Jones.
Knowing he had ordered 2 Becks Vier glasses.
Knowing he had left one of them at home, and one in the flat.
My plan was to go back to the flat, take Dan Jones' glass (upon permission and offering of payment), and take this spangdangly shiny new glass to the car.

And there we go, I can now enjoy a pint in my new lovely Becks Vier glass, and have indeed already done so... I can tell you, it was worth the effort.



Love.
P.S. I do still grieve for the one that smashed like it was a small pet... maybe a hamster or a rabbit.