New this week… Simon Barget shares reminiscences about a long and varied career in backgammon.
This is 1982 and I’m in Bournemouth’s East Cliff playing klubyush with my grandfather. It is a trick-based card game with trumps like in bridge, whose name I still don’t know how to pronounce let alone spell. My grandmother’s in the kitchen baking her third ginger cake, obviously. I have to decide which card to play and I stop for a moment and think. I subconsciously twig to a key component in strategy; taking the time to do the right thing, devoting mental energy in the moment to try to figure out which card to play. I play the right or wrong one and he lets me win. The prize is 50p or an irrevocable trip to the Crazy Golf, not the Mini Golf on East Cliff but the Crazy Golf with all the ridiculous garish obstacles.