Am I the only woman in the world whose boyfriend abandons her on a Friday night to play bridge? It’s not that I’m feeling terribly lonely, here at the top of the Uborka Tower on my own, but that I’m worried about what playing bridge might be a euphemism for.
Because surely, it is a euphemism, isn’t it?
April 30, 2004
Bridging the Gap
Playing bridge? Oh dear. Can’t think what it would be a euphemism for but, if it’s not, it’s an odd thing to be doing on a Friday night if you’re not eighty. Or so I thought.
You know bridge, you either need a good hand or a good partner.
Oh dear, Karen. You must stop him now, before he takes up cribbage and dominoes and disappears down the local British Legion club every night.
However if he ever wants to play poker or clubbijas tell him to come round for a game.
clubbi-what?
Clubbijas.
Do we know what that is? Is it sleazy?
If Adrian plays it, then it must be.
It’s a card game played by yids a lot. It’s a bridge derrivative from Holland I think.
It has a ton of different spellings and veritations.
Klabberjass
Aaargh, no, not Bridge. Tried learning it over the weekend (epic levels of boredom) and the brain utterly failed once it got to contract bids with no trumps that were doubled, redoubled, underbid overbid, or just plain wanky.