Jim Hardy will no doubt have been remembered for many remarkable things since his death at 85, earlier this month. The one I will remember him for is that his epitaph was up and running a full four years before he died.
If you haven’t seen The Lost World of Mr Hardy yet, I urge you to do so. Nothing like the corporate puffery I expected, it is rather a moving tribute to an era lost forever, played out against a musical score that tugs at every nostalgic fibre in your body.
In a modern era bloated with self-aggrandisement, there are many who witter on about their ‘legacy’, far fewer who genuinely leave one. Jim Hardy – the moustachioed gentleman last seen poignantly disappearing round a corner in the following clip – takes his place firmly in the latter category.