OBITUARY COMMISSIONED BY
The
Independent newspaper
5th February 2005
MALCOLM HARDEE: COMEDIAN
DUBBED 'A SOUTH LONDON RABELAIS'
by John Fleming
It has been said Malcolm Hardees claim to fame was helping so many comedians in their formative stages - Jo Brand, Jenny Eclair, Harry Enfield, Paul Merton, Vic Reeves, Jerry Sadowitz, Johnny Vegas et al. But let us not beat around the bush, Malcolms other claim to fame was that had the biggest bollocks in showbusiness. He said that, at puberty, they did not drop - they abseiled. Everything about
Malcolm was larger-than-life except his bank balance because he did
not care about money; instead he took an almost schoolboy delight in
pranks, wheezes and escapades. More happened to him in a short walk
to the Post Office than to the entire population of Rome during the
Emperor Caligulas reign. His friend comedian
Arthur Smith called him a South London Rabelais and Stewart
Lee said in any decent country he would be a national institution.
Yet his influence
remained almost totally unknown outside the Comedy and Media worlds.
At one BBC party in the 1990s, a Head of TV Comedy was heard to say:
Hes not going to get on television because he keeps taking
his willy out. He was most widely-known
for performing the naked balloon dance with his chum Martin Soans
ensemble The Greatest Show on Legs and his impression of President Charles
de Gaulle using no props other than his own spectacles atop his semi-flaccid
penis was unsettlingly realistic. He also turned up in Comic Strip films,
often cast against type as a policemen and he appeared in the first
Blackadder series, From the 1970s
onwards, Malcolm was famed for stunts at the Edinburgh Fringe and, during
his annual appearances at Glastonbury Festivals, he would wistfully
reminisce: I remember this when it was all fields. Everyone who saw
him perform thought they knew him: outrageous, shambolic, disreputable.
But, despite his image, he was a highly-intelligent grammar school educated
boy who was, briefly, at public school (he got ejected). He loved knowledge.
He was very good at figures. But he tended to show off. He set the Sunday
School piano on fire so he could make a joke about Holy Smoke and he
burned down two cinemas for reasons never entirely clear, as he liked
watching a good film. He once arrived on a stolen white horse to impress a girlfriend and graduated to car theft - including a politicians Rolls Royce - which led to him spending most of the 1970s in various prisons In his youth,
leaving one of Her Majestys establishments unexpectedly early,
he found his girlfriend with another man. Before that, he was always
faithful to women; after that, he told me, he was not. A rather dishevelled,
shambolic figure with a mumbled conversational style he was, astonishingly,
a babe-magnet. Womens first reaction was not
with a barge-pole but Malcolms underlying nature - gentle,
kind and generous - then became apparent and resolve soon melted. He
was incapable of sexual fidelity yet attracted enormous devotion and
his several long-term relationships (often overlapping) were usually
with strong, intelligent women. Although sexually rampant, Malcolm was
never sexist. He was arguably
the greatest influence on British comedy over the last 25 years. Almost
every significant new comedian was agented, managed or promoted by him
or passed through one of his clubs - notably the Tunnel Palladium in
Deptford (1984-1988) and Up The Creek in Greenwich (1990 onwards). The Tunnel was
a baptism of fire. Beer glasses were plastic as they were thrown at
the acts. I saw blood drawn on more than one occasion. From the audience
viewpoint, they were firm but fair; from the stage, it looked like Custers
Last Stand. The reason acts - especially new acts - kept going there
was that they knew if they could play the Tunnel they could play anywhere.
It sharpened up their act; it sharpened up their performance; and Malcolm
would and did help everyone. I once asked him
how he would like to be remembered. Id like to be thought
of as a good bloke, he told me. Someone who wont let
you down. Im loyal. Im unfaithful to women. But nearly everyone
I meet I keep in some sort of contact with. He was much-loved
by everyone who knew him well and, tellingly, remained on good terms
with almost all of the many women he had serious relationships with. Malcolm drowned
in Greenland Dock, Rotherhithe, which he had often visited as a child
with his father, a Thames tugboat captain. It adjoins his beloved River
and he probably died in the wee small hours using a dinghy to travel
back from the Wibbley Wobbley pub which he owned to his home ship The
Sea Sovereign, drunk, with horse-race winnings in his pocket and very
happy. He was found two days later and identified by a policeman - not
for the first time. His own reaction to his death would probably have
been: Fuck it! Thats the catchphrase tonight, ladies and
gentlemen. Fuck it!. Malcolm Gerrard Hardee, comedian, agent. manager, club-owner; born Lewisham 5 January 1950; partnered Pip Hazelton for thirteen years (one son Frank, one daughter Poppy); married Jane Kintrea Matthews (separated); died Rotherhithe 31 January 2005 leaving behind a legend and an autobiography: I Stole Freddie Mercurys Birthday Cake.. |