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Winning Chang Rai under 16 team
Winning Chang Rai under 16 team

At the end of the Thai National under 16 championships, the winners invited some of my (slightly shorter) youngsters competing in the same event to join them for the photo call.

Chang Rai was where the 12 cave boys and their teacher were dramatically rescued in 2018. Some of those boys trapped underground for a week in a flooded cave were bridge players!   

WE are the CHAMPIONS
WE are the CHAMPIONS

Felicitaciones a Sofía y Carmen.

Las Campeonas en Icod el Alto

Pictured with Manuel who everyone agrees is....

The best President in the world

Christmas lunch 2022 at Barcelo Occidental in Fuengirola
Christmas lunch 2022 at Barcelo Occidental in Fuengirola
SKI & BRIDGE April 2024
SKI & BRIDGE April 2024

A five night bridge break starting 10 April staying at the Mirasol Hotel in Sierra Nevada

Non skiers can enjoy the walks in the warm Spring sunshine. 

Ski and lift passes FREE for over 70´s

Beautiful views above Granada
Beautiful views above Granada

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ALL PART of the SERVICE

We are not just a social club here at ACES. We can also...

-Find good, reasonably priced accommodation

-Arrange pick-ups from the airport

-Help solve your mobility problems

-Advise what to do – and not do – on the island

-Offer recommendations re places of interest

-Give guidance on Brexit related problems

That`s what friends are for

Trevor`s story
Trevor`s WISH LIST

I don`t want to change a winning formula. I have been around a long time and am enjoying my bridge more than ever. That is because I can play when I feel like it. Or when I know that the game will make my partners happy.

Now that I have got all the serious messages on the pages of this website,

I only have one wish left to fulfil 

That bridge lovers worldwide read my messages and likewise enjoy all their games

Trevor 03h34 on 18/3/19 - updated 8/8/21

GUINNESS is GOOD FOR YOU

**Here is the second part of the story which I started telling on the "IG health benefits page" of this site  

An explanation of how my introduction to bridge in a hospital bed in 1956 made me aware for the first time that it might be a good idea to down a daily Guinness:

After amusing me with a few games of cards, my maternal grandmother was allowed to stay until the night nurse had finished her round with the late pills trolley. The nurse and my Grannie would then tie my hands to the bedposts. To stop me scratching during my sleep.

After a few days of this treatment in the dermatitis ward at Banbury, I said to the nurse "Why is that medicine on the trolley? It`s just like the bottle of Mackeson Nanny drinks at home"..

The nurse replied that it was to make the adults better. I remember her explaining it in such a way that it made me more comfortable with the fact that us kiddies with acute eczema had our hands tied to the bed to stop us scratching.

In subsequent years I was an in-patient in other hospitals where Guinness was still on the menu before lights out. But it wasn`t until I was nearly old enough to legally drink the stuff that I found out why bottles of stout had been served in hospital as a medicine for so many years. Until the 1990`s in fact. It is because it is so rich in iron.

Sceptical readers might like to check that out with their doctor. Whilst I go for a medicinal pint with John and Rolf..

Trevor 27/2/19

 

BRIDGE TABLES

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HOSPITALS

The perfect environment for experienced club players to have an enjoyable game of bridge

Explanation:

There were four bridge clubs within a radius of 10 kilometres of the hospital at Gassin in the south of France: Cavalaire, St Tropez, Grimaud and Ste Maxime. In a 2006 survey by the latter club, it was established that the average age of the members was 76. Statistically, it was inevitable that a large number of retired bridge players would be hospitalised. And statistically not difficult to find a trio of members from one of the four clubs who were keen and willing to make up a four in the hospital wards

Bad news about a member`s medical problems travels fast. But good news travels fast too. With the result that cancer patients found themselves guaranteed a partner when they had come out of the operating theatre.

The fact that the patient could have a friendly game of bridge without getting out of bed meant these sessions ensured a much speedier recovery for the pampered patient. 

It only took yours truly and another pair of friends to publicize the session, and the hospital found itself taking more from table fees than the local clubs. Naturally the table fees went to good causes! 

Why not try this innovative volunteer scheme at your club

There are rarely any arguments at the bridge tables in hospitals

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Trevor`s story - coming soon

This is what my sister wrote yesterday (22/2) when I mailed a few lines suggesting that I was going to put all the personal details of my medical crises in print for the first time:

She said this:

“There is a lot below that I have not heard before, but it explains a lot about how you came to be such a strong and positive and determined person despite a lot of personal hardship over the years with your health”.

After I put the first three SUPERMAN articles on the website a day later, this is what she then wrote in relation to that true story about my encounter with Christopher Reeve:

“You said it had been retold many times so I cannot think why I have not heard it before. I know I have a rubbish memory but even so I do not think I would have forgotten that
 

To save me time answering all the friends who are thinking the same, let me point out that the only ones who actually know all about someone is the person himself. Not the sister, not the mother, not the daughter. I refrained from telling many tales because stories are only worth telling in the right context and when you have an attentive audience. The thousands of times I have told that Superman story to sick kiddies, it always was relevant and worth telling. It always brought a smile to their faces. 

The immediate feedback from those Superman fables prompts me to reveal some of the many other uplifting stories I can tell. Those that should similarly bring hope to sufferers of a variety of debilitating diseases. Having discovered that this platform gives me the perfect opportunity to share my experiences for the benefit of some of those sufferers, at my time of life there is no point in taking my secrets to the grave.

The problem for me is presenting my journey through life in such a way that it is factually detailed enough for it to be believed and to therefore have a beneficial effect – but not too distressing for readers. Hopefully when they appear I have got the balance right. 

To give you a flavour of what is in store in reltion to the tales still untold, let me give my first vivid recollection of hospital life which was in 1956. My wrists were tied to the bed at night to stop me scratching. That was when I was studying at Harriers Ground Primary school in Banbury. Eczema was the main problem then. The good news is that it meant I was introduced to the games of bridge and chess  - plus canasta and cribbage - at the tender age of SIX. And the card therapy worked, With bridge proving the one that took my mind off the itching most effectively.

Fast forward eight years. At the age of 14 I was in a ward at the Royal, a chest hospital in Weston super Mare. The bad news was that, before they transferred me to Frenchay hospital in Bristol with viral pneumonia, I was told that I might not live to reach 18 years of age. The good news on that story is that a very young JOHN CLEESE came to visit his mum. What most people won`t know is that his mother provided the material for a lot of her son`s black humour. Most notably the sketch about the  
 
Dead Parrot

Which explains why I had such a whale of a time as an inmate at the Royal hospital with his Mum being the occupant of the bed next to mine. She taught me how to become a comedian despite our medical conditions at the time. Her unfazed approach to life goes some way to explaining how the lady defied medical science and went on to live to the ripe old age of 101.

The even better news regarding Basil and his mum is that he remembered all this. When I contacted him just after his mother died in 2000, he immediately sent me some signed photos. A little gesture that brought enormous pleasure to sufferers of cystic fibrosis. That is another disease that is technically in my genes and which sadly claimed the life of my nephew at the age of seventeen.

I am the lucky one. Not because I live to tell the tales with a touch of black humour, but because I was never distressed when ill.

Paradoxically, it is not the vistim but the relatives and close friends of

Asthma, Cystic Fibrosis & Eczema Sufferers

who invariably get far more distressed than the sufferers ourselves 

 Trevor 22/2/19 

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Back to the bridge table. Plenty more black comedy in this little anecdote on a very serious subject:

The last rites

Lest anyone think I might be wanting to tell these stories for the sympathy vote, this time you are right   But please banish all thoughts that the sympathy vote I am seeking is for me. It is certainly not. And never will be. It is instead to help, amongst others, the terminally ill. Let me relate an uplifting story about my ten day stay in the biggest chest hospital in the north west of England.

Even though I was in and out of intensive care twice at Wythenshawe hospital, I was generally the fittest person in the ward. All the others seemed to be suffering from lung cancer.

By the time I was able to walk,  I went for a little stroll with one of the nurses who came to take the chap in the next bed for a ride in a wheelchair. I wanted to check out whether the tale he had told me about where they went was true.

Although breathlessness meant it took him a long time to get the words out, he was invariably chatty and witty. Even though he knew he only had a couple of weeks to live. Witty to the extent that, when I asked him why he always sat bare chested in bed, he said he liked to show off his muscles to the nurses. In reality, he weighed only six and a half stone and readily confessed to having no muscle to show off  

Yet this man was as happy as one could be at that stage in his life. Because the nurses at Wythenshawe did not deny this patient his one remaining pleasure in life. Three times a day they helped him go to a special room for smokers.

He was rarely the only lung cancer patient in there either. There were sometimes enough to make up a four at the card table. That thought was on my mind because I had been playing in the Home Office annual bridge tournament shortly before I was rushed to hospital. For the record, it was a combination of a virus and the effects of tobacco smoke that I inhaled at the tournament that caused me to be taken by ambulance from the passport control at Manchester airport within 48 hours of playing the last hand..

Chatting to the nurse as she waited outside for her patient, she confirmed there were enough packs of cards and chess boards in the room for all patients to play both games. "Brilliant", I said.

As it happened, this particular nurse was pretty witty. Witty and pretty might be a better description. Which is why I wanted to keep the conversation going as long as possible.

When I asked if there just might be a slight conflict of interest in encouraging lung cancer patients to smoke, her reply was. "Not at all. It is the highlight of our day seeing these people happy. I usually go in with them. Working in a hospital which is falling down, I need to have a fag.myself "  

My response was the inevitable one from a young man to a very pretty and witty nurse, viz:

"Looking around at the rusty windows, I have to agree with you. So what I might do is go in the smokers room just long enough for me to get back into intensive care. Then (using Home Office immigration jargon) I can get an extension of my stay to allow me to teach you a few games". 

"Don`t bother" she quipped. "I know all the card games and I can play chess as well. Probably better than you"

"In that case I have another idea. You can give me the lessons" 

Thankfully, for her sake, Wythenshawe hospital was demolished and rebuilt a few years after I was discharged.

The moral of this story: 

Unless you believe in immortality, most mortals would have to agree that we are all given a death sentence the moment we are born. We all know we are going to die and should make the most of every day.

Can I therefore suggest to all bridge players with a tendency to argue with their partner at the bridge table, that they ask themselves this.

“Why am I not enjoying my games in the bridge club 100% when those playing in hospices obviously are”

If you will excuse the pun, my logical bridge brain surely means that I am dead right to pose this rhetorical question.

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If only I could sing...

 

Time to cheer you up with my favourite song

As I can`t sing

I will have to let Sir sing it on my behalf for the pupils.

Young and old alike

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjxL3U2mCyg