Third in a series of short tributes to well-known people called Jeremy
I’m always astonished when people tell me they’ve never heard of Jeremy Hardy. It’s hard to imagine life without his input.
I first came across this charming and astonishingly funny man during my lengthy stint as a regular Guardian reader in the 1990s. Aside from the fact that his turns of phrase, initially unexpected alongside his rather serious byline photo, made me chuckle rather a lot, what caught my attention was his politics. For many of us left-leaning folks, Britain in the 1990s was all about making the Labour party less leftie, so it was always particularly gratifying to find a socialist within the pages of the country’s best Labour-leaning paper.
It was also a shock to everyone when his column ceased in 2001, especially when the official reason was that it “wasn’t funny enough”. Continue reading