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August 22, 2011

On My Best Feature

Filed under: bridge — kafkaworld @ 8:05 am
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Last weekend I was at Coff’s Harbour for a big bridge congress.

Saturday was a cold, windy and very wet day so I was wearing these socks, just to cheer things up.



Happy Rainbow Socks

I was coming down in the lift with a middle aged gentleman – no that’s wrong, a middle aged male bridge player.  You rarely meet gentlemen in the bridge world.

He looked me up and down and remarked, “You must think your legs are your best feature”.

I’m still trying to think of a suitable riposte, three days later.  Any suggestions?  When I find one, I will write it on a piece of paper, hunt him down and stick it up his hairy arse.  Looking forward to that.



August 16, 2010


Filed under: bridge — kafkaworld @ 6:15 am

The Bearded Lady

I spent the weekend playing bridge in South Brisbane at the Queensland Contract Bridge Club.  AT lunchtime I went out looking for photo opportunities and this little lady popped up right outside the club building.

You know those grey metal boxes that are all over the place.  Perhaps they are something to do with telecommunications, but they are often painted by local artists to reflect some aspect of life in their suburb.  This is obviously a playing card, the queen of hearts.  Isn’t her beard just adorable?

August 9, 2010


Filed under: bridge — kafkaworld @ 3:56 am
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Bridge players having 'fun'

Remember yesterday?  It was glorious wasn’t it, so I drove up to Buderim in the early morning, past the Glasshouse Mountains and up into one of Queensland’s lovely towns.  Time for a picnic you might think, or a stroll through a nearby National Park.  Wrong.  I spent the day crowded into smallish room with eighty or so other mad people, playing a stupid card game.  Actually, it’s not the game that is stupid, it’s me.  No matter how long you have been playing, bridge is a game which  is impossible to master.  Opportunities to make a dick of yourself appear on every hand.  Don’t play bridge if you can’t cope with people laughing at you, because they certainly will.

On this occasion, our team was seeded number one, we were supposed to win but  inevitably, we learned how to be humble, yet again.  We were thrashed by just about everyone.  Driving home last night, feeling thoroughly chastened, I wished I had run away to sit in the sun instead, but I never learn.  Next weekend, I’ll be playing again for the whole two days.  Maybe I’ll get something right then.

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