Tales About The Hoff & The Coiff.

Bob's musical nemesis.

Before you think I divulge too many Bob stories, be assured that I pass each one for his inspection and this particular one he insisted that I write it for you...

Almost everyday there is mention of The Hoff a.k.a. David Hasselhoff on the telly. Honestly, Germany and Austria are enamoured with him. Either he is singing about looking for freedom or he is in a popular ad about sports betting. Regardless, The Hoff is ever present and thus also this story from long ago!

Before I had met Bob, he went to a popular hairstylist recommended by his mum. He had just returned from a couple of years in London and thus was as groovy as can be. His indie phase, music, style and attitude. This hairdresser must have been in her mid 40's while Bob was in his mid 20's. Bob's hair is extremely curly and thick and often it is best to keep it short regardless of the fashion at the time. Once Bob grew his mane out to almost resemble a lion's but his family weren't that keen on it so off it came.

So there is my trendy husband sitting in this stylist's chair and she does what every good stylist does; look at the hair type and what one could achieve over time with it but obviously forgot to notice what Bob wore;

" Bob, your hair is fabulous. It is so thick and wavy that I think it would look great if we shape it so it can grow into a David Hasselhoff style. You know, Knight Rider. "

" Eh, um, I am not so sure. I'd like it short please. "

Bob is polite to a T. Even though he wanted nothing more than to hop off her chair, he stuck it out to have his haircut finish. Needless to say that was the last time she saw him and before Bob even got home back then, he went to another salon to have his semi-hoff style nixed in the bud...Rest assured, both of us have a good giggle each and every time we see The Hoff on telly.

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