I was born bald but by the age of three I had beautiful curly light
brown hair. My looks were so adorable,so my mother used to tell me, that everyone passing by fed me chocolate. I’ve been eating it ever since.
To my great disappointment my beautiful mop straightened out when I reached school age. The only curls remaining were my eyebrows, inherited from my grandfather,which refused to be tamed.

After graduating from school I did what any socially active was destined to do, I let it grow and then grow some more. For a couple of decades I was on top of the world. No grays, no  signs of age, the eternal youngster. Then one morning it appeared on the back of my head. A bald patch. Just like a fungus it grew and grew. If that wasn’t enough my forehead decided it was up for the competition and started attempting to reach the patch. What was once a beautiful sea of hair now became an unmanagable disaster area. I did the only thing a man can do in such a situation – I went for the G.I. Joe look. Short and sweet. I was actually quite happy with the new me. I looked quite sporty and with it. All the youth today have no hair left anyway (will someone please explain why! You can leave a comment I promise not to bite!) so I fitted in. And then my early youth finally caught up on me. No it wasn’t the reruns of the Lone Ranger and Beverly Hillbillies, nor Hawai 5.0. splashing in the  background, it was The Return of the Curly Monster. Less than two weeks after every visit to my hairdresser (when did they stop being barbers?) my sideburns start retreating into my ears, the hair behind my hears goes independent and the minute fringe on my forehead takes on a life of its own. Even my once proud moustache is trying to hide in my nostrels.
   Just about the time I reached my teens, I somehow came upon a comedy  record by  Gerald Hoffnung called The Importance of Being Hoffnung.  Hoffnung was a great comic and musician combined. He was at best when conducting (if you can call it that) an orchestra. This is what he had to say about curly hair.

The only nice thing about me was my hair, I had the most beautiful curly golden hair, which used to trail behind me in the dust. My hair grown inwards now and it comes out on my chin every morning and I shave it off.

For some  of this great man’s wit  look here:
Examples of Gerald Hoffnung’s Wit


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