Once upon a time Mrs Bobblehat persuaded Bobblehat to go on holiday. The only dates that were available were the last week in September to the first week in October so without consulting Bobblehat, Mrs Bobblehat booked the holiday. "But that's in the Hockey season", said Bobblehat when his wife told him the news. "Good", said Mrs Bobblehat, "It will allow you to forget that stupid game for two weeks and perhaps return to normal." "But I will only just be getting back to normal after the summer without hockey," replied Bobblehat. Mrs Bobblehat's reply was unprintable.
So the Bobblehats set sail on their Mediterranean cruise and slowly the awful pallid look disappeared from Bobblehat's features and he talked less and less about cross checks, goons and other gibberish. The situation was helped by the fact that being on a cruise meant that no daily newspapers were available and when the ship docked in port there were various sightseeing tours to go on. It was not until the second Saturday of the holiday, after the cruise had finished, and the Bobblehats were staying in a hotel in Majorca that Mrs Bobblehat felt that the time had come for Bobblehat to purchase an English newspaper. After all the colour had come back into his cheeks and he was actually talking sense with absolutely no mention of Bees and Moos and the like.
Bobblehat brought the Daily Express and started reading. When he got to the centre page spread his eyes lit up, he laughed out loud and thanked Mrs Bobblehat for her insight into his problem. "Why do you say that?" said Mrs Bobblehat. Bobblehat showed her the double page spread featuring the Superleague and the item regarding the Bees. Mrs Bobblehat quietly wept.