Bridge Cup


Well, for all my writing projects are looking dismal, at least I can report a trumph at bridge. This is ironic, given that I'd decided to give up playing - at least in clubs, where a recent encounter went thus:

Opponent 1 : Why on earth did you play that card? It was a stupid thing to do.

Me: Yes, I knew straight away that I shouldn't have done it.

Opponent 2: It really lets your partner down. She's such a good player, too.

Me: Don't worry, she's OK about it. I told her I was rusty because I hadn't played for a while, and at least this way she gets to play.

Opponent 2: That's no excuse! You've been playing for years.

She's right , of course. It must have been the early seventies when I first sat down to play in County Hall on Monday 'tuition night'.

It was a bad experience from the start, I should have given up then. I'd only gone because we were broke and I'd read in a GLC magazine that teachers were entitled to play there. My husband said he'd played a lot of cards in his national service days, so we'd give it a go.

He seemed born for the game, and plays four times a week now but I always struggled, glad of any excuse not to play. 'Not having any mathematical sense is a real drawback. Another is the kind of people the game seems to attract, although most are really kind and helpful. It's the few snappy ones who spoil things.

That first time I was sitting south, with the sun's rays glancing off the Thames straight into my eyes. No wonder I couldn't see the card I was trying to get from dummy until I lifted it.

'You touch the card, you play the card!' came a sharp voice from my left, and so I did.

Later on a fight broke out when he'd moved on to another table. I couldn't help being glad that he seemed to be getting the worst of it.

Anyway, my kindly ex bridge partner insists I keep the cup we won by some lucky fluke in a competition and which he collected at the AGM. He seemed worried about having charge of it, although I can't say it looks very valuable. It's changed colour since I got it, having taken on a brassy tinge. I suppose I'll have to polish it up before returning it at the end of the year.