1. Me as a bridge player.
I started playing late in life (as Andres Cid), but I soon had the luck to pick up as a partner what I think of as possibly the best bridge player in the world (Magnus Lindquist). We played for half a year or so, and we might have been on our way into the Swedish National Team (he got there with Bjorn Fallenius shortly after we split up). I was at the time thinking about making a career out of bridge – as I liked it and as I had found myself a world-class partner - but as there are some pretty disgusting sine qua non – I figured I’d go to Spain to think about it for a week.
Me not becoming a bridge player.
I went to Fuengirola, and to "Hotel Gardenia Park" (then "Stella Polaris"), which was my favourite pick-up place, where I relaxed in a sun-chair by the pool (thank you Juan for letting me get access to the pool and all the pretty girls for a packet of “Ducados” cigarettes).
I was lying there in the hot sun - relaxing, and thinking about what life like a bridge player would be like - when a gorgeous Danish girl (Danish girls are my special weakness) asked me; “Can I borrow your lighter?” (yes, I smoked, but I gave it up 30 years ago, and it actually saved me from being killed by a tiger: long story).
As I realized that in order to reach my lighter, she would have to lean over my face, I said; “Help yourself.”
The strapping lass leaned over me, her exquisite breasts hanging inches from my face. As I realized that one was a little larger than the other, I immediately started to think about sex, grabbing them, kissing her, kissing them, pulling her towards me, saying "do you believe in destiny" probabilities for different unusual card-distributions and on how to multiply them.
That’s when I decided not to become a bridge player.
However, I am still a reasonable player (I won the Canary Island Open this year, I and my partner became best Spanish player in Tenerife Open, I averaged 65% at club-level my last year: ACE in Fuengirola), and I would call myself an acceptable (if only just) international player, at least at pairs.
I speak English, French, Spanish & Swedish.
I am accustomed to most conventions.
I am not a good robber player, and I do not really like it.
I play bridge because I enjoy it; not to prove myself, not to become a professional, not to make money, not to abuse partner and not to be abused by partner: you can check me out here.
2. I’m a gun for hire.
3. Bridge cruises
To escape the Spanish heat, I have gotten myself a one-man sailing boat in the Gothenburg Archipelago. I am thinking about getting myself a much more exclusive boat (sailing or motor-sailor) with space enough for 4 or 8 guests. There are lots of fun around: visit Skagen (Denmark), Copenhagen (Denmark), Oslo (Norway), Gothenburg city, Vinga, Marstrand and maybe even Stockholm (by Gota Kanal). I can see myself arranging this either for high-level players or as a training course for normal players.
I am looking for ideas, so if you have any, feel free to contact me