Posted by sean on August 6, 2014 at 10:04 pm in Too Random To Categorise with No Comments


When drinking a bottle of Lucozade Sport at work, I noticed a promotion where you collect codes from the packaging, which can be redeemed for sporting goods. Presumably everything from tennis balls for 2 or 3 tokens, goalkeeping gloves if you get 10, a set of bibs for 30, or Chelsea Football Club if you manage to drink a hundred million bottles of the stuff.

 

To register the codes on the bottles I had already drank, I had to log onto the Lucozade website. Upon investigating the offer, I must admit, I was disappointed to say the least. I think that I’ll be drinking an awful lot of the stuff, for a very long time, before I get anything in the realms of a ‘free’ gift.

 

Even a bloody water bottle is excessive. 105 tokens! Granted, I’ll get SEVEN bottles for that amount of tokens, but who needs that amount? If I drank 105 bottles of Lucozade all by myself, I’d need a coffin, never mind a water bottle.

 

Still, if any of my fellow readers are Lucozade drinkers, let me know, as you can donate your codes to other people. Hint, hint, hint…

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