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whats wrong is that he should have kept his shirt on

Originally Posted by Mr Earl

I got through most of it before the connection failed.

I found the daughter/inquisitor most annoying. Did he slap her in the end?
Is that why a judge revoked his custody rights?
Screw these sanctimonious teenagers and their 7 minute video.
If it wasn't for him she'd probably be selling her ass on the street!

What's wrong with the Hoff getting buzzed and eating a sloppy burger?

Yeah,

I thought she was nagging because she kept repeating her requests over and over.

She ought of just let him eat, pass out, and then tell him and ask him when he's sober.

Errrr......can anyone tell me what the point of this is and why anyone would want to watch it?

It's David Hasselhoff! Babewatch, night rider, the king of corn-ball television.
It's great to see him sloppy drunk, trying to eat (without much success) a sloppy burger while his nagging bitch daughter videotapes him. He tell her to fuck off. Classic IMHO!

^ i agree .....it is hillarious..

Yeh, go ahead and rub it in.
We Serfs in Thailand don't get Youtube anymore.

wot a sanctimonious bitch!

damn - i caint even watch eother of them... at work!

Is the daughter hot?

Video made by people living off the largesse of this "star" and selling this crap for extra cash. Daughter? If so, worse than the skimmers really. Watched til he got the burger. Crapola. Could be you or me if we ever got rich. (We are already famous and looked what happened.)

A bit of a lard arse.



Mum -+++++++++++++- Daughter

definately a yummmy mummy!

Dude's got a wonderful daughter, don't you think? Over-bearing over-bitchy and over-weight. Nice to know Hoff's got a such wonderful and trustworthy family. he must be over-joyed.

Interesting read on "the hoff"..

Hands of my Hoff!
by PIERS MORGAN

The shocking video images of a drunk, incoherent, semi-naked David Hasselhoff struggling to eat a cheeseburger have provoked mirth, scorn and pity around the world since they were aired last week.

But for me, they were just profoundly sad.

Not least because they were taken by his own teenage daughters, and almost certainly leaked to the media by his warring estranged wife, Pamela.

I've become a good friend of The Hoff in the past year, as we are both judges on the hit TV show America's Got Talent.

And in the time I've known him, I've discovered a lot more about the real man behind the public image.

Yes, he's a crazy, unpredictable, egotistical, self-confessed alcoholic.



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Hoff his head: Baywatch star's drunken rant videotaped by daughter
But he's also a warm, passionate, smart and often hilarious guy battling on a daily basis to deal with the ravages of fame and fortune in a country where celebrity status is fast becoming a hideous curse.

Hasselhoff is one of the most well-known stars in the world.

Someone whose surname is instantly recognisable in more than 140 countries, thanks to the stupendous global success of his shows Baywatch and Knight Rider.

The Guinness Book Of World Records confirms that Baywatch was the most-watched series in TV history, with 1.1 billion people tuning in to every episode.

That stunning achievement is a dream for most fledgling actors. But for Hasselhoff, I genuinely believe it became a nightmare.

To understand why he is the way he is, you need to understand the star system in America.

When you're up in the States, there is no greater place to be successful.

Everyone loves you, and that swathe of adoration extends to all the limos, presidential suites, top restaurant tables and luxury free holidays your grasping little hands can take.



I know, because thanks to America's Got Talent going to No 1 in the ratings, I've been on the receiving end of all this treatment - and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.

There is none of the envious back-biting, car-scratching and spitting in the street that the modern British celebrity has to endure.

Americans all want to be celebrities, and they genuinely admire those who make it.

But there is no lonelier place on earth than Los Angeles when your star is waning.

You become a has-been, a national joke, someone who appears on TV only in cruel jokes spun by latenight talk show kings such as Jay Leno and David Letterman.

Invites to parties stop, calls to agents never get returned, people who once screamed your name in the street now cross the sidewalk to avoid you.

When it's over in LA, it's so OVER.

And when Baywatch was finally cancelled in 2000, The Hoff's TV career and reputation disappeared almost as fast.

He spent the next six years making self-parodic cameo appearances in films like Dodgeball and SpongeBob SquarePants, and taking frequent trips to Germany where he is, bizarrely, still a huge singing star.

But he felt the loss of his TV show increasingly bitterly - and turned to alcohol for solace.

Booze-related stories began appearing in the tabloids, and he publicly entered the Betty Ford Clinic several times to treat his addiction.

He was caught drink-driving, and his second marriage to Pamela Bach - by whom he has two teenage daughters - began to suffer too.

He admitted to me: "Man, my life became a goddamn mess."

Fame, the fickle mistress he had enjoyed seducing so much, had become the ex-wife from hell.

Yet the irony of this latest video 'scandal' is that it comes at a time when he is right back in the hot seat professionally.

America's Got Talent was the top-rated summer TV show in the States; he co-starred in Click (an Adam Sandler movie that also hit No 1); his last pop single, Jump In My Car, reached No 3 in the UK charts after a 'Get The Hoff to No 1' internet campaign; and his performance in the Mel Brooks musical The Producers has attracted rave reviews in Las Vegas.

As he put it to me when news of the video emerged last week: "Why, when everything is going so well for me, does this have to happen now?"

The answer, as he surely knows, is because alcoholism has no respect for success. It ruins it.

And, depressed and worn out by the divorce battle with Pamela, he had escaped once again to the bottle.

I wasn't entirely surprised, given my first-hand knowledge of his chaotic life. Planet Hasselhoff is a weird place.

Everywhere I go, people have just one question (other than "Is Simon Cowell really that mean?") and it's this: "What's The Hoff really like?"

The answer is: incredibly complicated. He's undeniably vain.

I sit next to him in the make-up trailer, and he is bordering on the obsessive about his personal appearance.

"If I put some peroxide in my hair, will it go lighter?" he asked the stylist on one memorable occasion.

To which I remarked: "Well, that's the good news, David, but the bad news is that all your hair will then fall out."

But vanity is no rarity in Hollywood.

In fact, it's almost a compulsory trait. The shopping streets are packed with nail clinics, hair salons, teethwhitening centres, plastic surgeons and liposuction specialists.

And The Hoff, to be fair, is in pretty amazing shape for a guy of 53 - rake-thin, strong-armed and slim-jowelled.

He would still just about get away with prancing after Pamela Anderson in those red Baywatch shorts.

His ego is massive, there's no other word for it. And trust me, I am an expert in this area. David genuinely believes he is the biggest star in the world.

Barely a day's filming goes by when he doesn't allude to Baywatch and Knight Rider being "the biggest TV shows ever" or to the "nine million albums I've sold in Germany".

His latest venture, starring in The Producers in Las Vegas has been a huge success, not least in his own mind.

As The Hoff put it: "The reviews say I'm brilliant. And who am I to argue?"

Though at least he has the good grace to chuckle when he says it.

But beneath the endless self-aggrandising lies an insecure man who just wants to be loved. It's a cliche, but in his case it's true.

He is at his worst when he takes himself seriously. And at his best when he plays up to his mad-but-lovable image.

His adverts for the internet company Pipex are wonderfully self-mocking, and have proved to be commercial gold for his employers, too.

The Hoff sells, but only when his eyebrow is firmly raised.

As for the crazy image, he is just one of those guys that things happen to.

Virtually every week last summer, we would reconvene in the make-up trailer for America's Got Talent, and he would be explaining the latest "incident" to have hit the headlines.

Only The Hoff, for instance, could have severed a tendon by cutting his wrist on a chandelier while shaving naked in a London hotel gym.

His explanation was equally extraordinary.

"Man, it was scary," he recalled, like a Vietnam veteran just back from the frontline.

"I knew I was going to cut myself, everything there was just so damn dark and trendy. I went to shave in this huge bowl, then I banged my head on this like chandelier thing and I pulled my arm up instinctively to feel my head, and cut it on the glass.

"Next thing I know, there's all this blood spurting everywhere and it was just totally sick."

He shook his head half in shock at the memory, and half in what appeared to be admiration for his own extraordinary courage.

"God, what happened next?" I asked.

"OK, so then these girls who worked in the gym rushed in and I was standing there naked with blood everywhere and one of them started to faint and I was like, 'Don't faint, for God's sake, I need help here.'

"And they took me off to St Thomas's hospital and there was this great plastic surgeon guy, and I took some photos to show my plastic surgeon here in Hollywood because it was such great work.

"And anyway I was really holding everything together and controlling everything until they told me I was going to lose a nerve and at that moment I just lay back and you know..."

We waited on tenterhooks for the pay-off line.

He threw back his head in anguish.

"And I...I...I...cried like a baby."

"Sounds like you were a lucky guy, David," I sympathised.

"Oh man, it was touch and go, you know. If those girls hadn't rushed in when they did, I might have bled to death."

"And you were completely naked?"

"Absolutely."

Then he smiled a very leery smile.

"And trust me, those girls were nearly as shocked as I was."

Then there was the curious day when he was allegedly thrown out of the Wimbledon tennis championships for trying to drunkenly barge his way into the Royal Box.

"I was just a bit confused because I've been taking very strong medication for my tendon injury and it made me feel weird," he explained to me.

"And I had tickets, very good tickets. They said I was trying to get into the Queen's seats and I was like: 'Hey man, I've got better seats than the Queen'." "You had better seats than the Queen in the Royal Box?" I asked, incredulous at what I was hearing.

"Yes, definitely. So why would I need to take her seats? And I hadn't had a drink all day. Not one."

I didn't really believe him, but then self- deception is the first rule of alcoholism.

Hasselhoff was barred from a BA flight for being apparently intoxicated again last summer, but once more pleaded innocence and blamed dodgy medication.

Perhaps he was telling the truth, but the fact that his daughter felt compelled to record the cheeseburger video to show him what he's like when he's drunk suggests he has fallen off the wagon quite frequently.

The Hoff loves an audience, particularly a loudly cheering one.

On America's Got Talent we are introduced one by one - I appear to a chorus of boos and go straight to my seat, Sharon Osbourne does the same to cheers, and then The Hoff to a standing, yelping ovation he has usually whipped up himself by emerging doing the slow, Baywatch 'swim walk' that reminds everyone what a huge star he was.

He smiles, he whoops, he shakes hands, signs autographs, poses for pictures, hands out "Don't Hassel The Hoff' T-shirts, and milks it for all he's worth, for as long as he can.

He's a STAR, and behaves like one. And the audiences love him for it because, in America, they love their stars.

But underneath all that showbiz bluster lies a decent, caring guy - I'm sure of it.

I've seen Hasselhoff with his daughters, and he loves them as much as any man could love his children.

He's warm, affectionate and solicitous with them when they come to see the show, just as he is with his elderly but ferociously proud parents. His family clearly mean the world to him.

And he was incredibly kind to my own three sons when they came out to see the show - racing over to meet them, giving them signed pictures, and constantly chatting to them between acts as they sat a few seats away.

My boys loved The Hoff, and still talk fondly about him.

Working with the guy is endlessly entertaining. There is literally never a dull moment with Hasselhoff. He's permanently "on it" as they say in TV circles, always up and pumping and bursting with nervous energy.

He shouts at me during the show: "Man, you cannot say that to a ten-year-old kid!" And he insults me: "You're such a w*****, Piers."

He laughs at me: "What do you know about talent? You're just a tabloid scumbag."

And he'll high-five and hug me when we both love the same act.

There's never any middle ground with him, never a quiet moment of contemplative reflection. It's always high- octane, fist-banging, flag-waving passion.

Sometimes he can be a complete pain in the backside. Of course he can. I've never met a celebrity who avoids this affliction.

When he's in a bad mood, he can be off-hand, dismissive, surly, sulky and downright rude.

But if I was going through the private turmoil he is going through, I'd probably be exactly the same.

I watched the infamous burger video, and felt sick inside.

I wasn't watching David Hasselhoff, the global clown. I was watching a mate in despair.

A man who fights every day to keep the drink away, his kids close and his sanity intact.

He is, as he said in the video, a lonely man.

Someone who spends most nights alone, usually in some hotel room far removed from friends and family.

I've done this a fair amount in the past couple of years and it can be a soul-destroying experience.

But The Hoff is a survivor, and this week he was already seeing the funny side of his video.

"Oh man, I just wish I'd used a knife and fork to eat that damn burger," he told me, chuckling at the absurdity of an otherwise serious and humiliating situation.

I wish my mate well. He's one of the good guys.

As he would say: "Don't Hassel The Hoff."

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When you're up in the States, there is no greater place to be successful.

Everyone loves you, and that swathe of adoration extends to all the limos, presidential suites, top restaurant tables and luxury free holidays your grasping little hands can take.



I know, because thanks to America's Got Talent going to No 1 in the ratings, I've been on the receiving end of all this treatment - and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.

There is none of the envious back-biting, car-scratching and spitting in the street that the modern British celebrity has to endure.

Americans all want to be celebrities, and they genuinely admire those who make it.

But there is no lonelier place on earth than Los Angeles when your star is waning.

You become a has-been, a national joke, someone who appears on TV only in cruel jokes spun by latenight talk show kings such as Jay Leno and David Letterman.

Invites to parties stop, calls to agents never get returned, people who once screamed your name in the street now cross the sidewalk to avoid you.

When it's over in LA, it's so OVER.

oh diddums - so everyone was nice to him and then everyone forgot him!

fck - that must be really hard!