Tom Hardy

H
uge thanks to everyone at John Blake Publishing for their support and especially to Allie Collins who has been very flexible with deadlines!

Enormous gratitude also to Graeme Andrew at Envy Design for a slick cover and page design.

Thanks, too, to my two amazing secret proofreaders – you know who you are!

Finally, thanks to my family who were always there with encouraging words when I needed them.

I
t was the summer of 1977 and the mood was one of celebration. Throughout the land, red, white and blue bunting fluttered in the warm breeze as the people of Great Britain threw street parties to honour the Queen’s silver jubilee. The joyous mood intensified when the country was presented with another, very different, reason to put the flags out: Virginia Wade clinched the Women’s Singles title at the Wimbledon Tennis Championships, in a welcome display of British sporting achievement. The dying days of the Labour government and the winter of discontent were still some way off and, for now, the nation was on a high.

During these summer months, Edward and Elizabeth (née Barrett) Hardy were preparing for the birth of their first – and, in the event, only – child. Elizabeth, who goes by her middle name of Anne, had grown up in the north of England and was descended from a large Irish-Catholic
family. Edward – or ‘Chips’, as he is better known – was born in Ealing, London.

A propensity for the creative arts was present in both parents: Anne is an artist and painter and Chips, having read English Literature at Downing College, Cambridge, from 1969 to 1972, became a successful advertising creative who, in his career, has notched up some award-winning campaigns. In 2006, for example, he was the creative director on the campaign for the health supplement Berocca, which won the Best Fashion, Beauty and Healthcare award in the Campaign Media Awards. Chips is also a successful author and playwright who specialises in comedy writing – he has collaborated on numerous comedy projects and even won a British Comedy Award for his work on
The Dave Allen Show
. His plays include
There’s Something in the Fridge That Wants to Kill Me
, a black comedy that was staged both in London and at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

The entertaining biography of Chips that appears on his literary agent’s website gives some clues as to his family history: it declares that ‘recent contributions to his gene pool include an Ealing Studio Fire-chief who rounded the horn aged 12’. Delving further back in time, it states that his ancestors apparently include ‘river men, pirates,
horse-breeders
in England and France…’

On 15 September 1977, Chips and Anne’s son, Edward Thomas Hardy, made his entrance into the world. Like his mother, he goes by his middle name – and perhaps by doing so has avoided the confusion that can occur when a father and son share a first name. Though born in Hammersmith, West London, it was in the idyllic surroundings of East Sheen,
a quiet and leafy suburb of the city, where Tom grew up. It’s an area where schools are good, crime rates are low and there is an abundance of green open space – the perfect place to bring up a child.

The cosy atmosphere of SW14 was something against which Hardy would rail in his adolescence, but in more recent years he has chosen to move back to its comforting surroundings. ‘People walk around in chunky sweaters, wearing bright smiles. I did leave once, but I soon came back – it’s a state of grace,’ he commented when asked about his neighbourhood. ‘It feels like such a special and calm place amid the sprawling metropolis of London – a bit like an imaginary village where you’d expect to see Postman Pat.’

Although East Sheen is a far cry from areas of London that you would more readily associate with celebrities, such as affluent Hampstead or funky Primrose Hill, Tom isn’t the only star who has chosen to hang his hat there. Back in the nineties, East Sheen was buzzing with excitement at the news that Tom Cruise and former wife Nicole Kidman were to purchase an ivy-clad mansion in the area. (The mansion had, in fact, also once been the home of ballet dancer Rudolf Nureyev).

These days, should you choose to sit and sip a latté in one of the local coffee shops, you might encounter 007 himself, Daniel Craig, veteran newscaster Sir Trevor McDonald or the BBC’s political bloodhound Andrew Marr, all of whom are residents. ‘It’s heaven for the middle classes,’ adds Tom, ‘the duvet of the south west. It’s not trendy and cool, but it’s still a great place to live.’

Tom’s start in life was secure and privileged and he admits that he had, ‘all the signs of a middle-class upbringing, where
every opportunity was provided for me to do well’. His parents were intelligent, creative folk who recognised the value of a good education and were fortunate enough to have the means to choose private schooling for their son. Rather than a state-funded primary school, Tom attended local prep school, Tower House. Situated close to Richmond Park, Tower House was founded in 1932. It is a small independent boys’ school that supports pupils in all areas of their development and places equal importance on both academic and social growth. Like so many private preparatory schools, it prides itself on providing a foundation for pupils whose parents want them to progress to reputable secondary schools via the 13+ exam. Notable fellow Tower House alumni include actor Rory Kinnear and Jamie Rix, successful author and son of actor/producer Brian Rix. More recently, the school has attracted attention thanks to one former pupil in particular: before gaining an unhealthy vampiric pallor and a hordes of teenage fans, Robert Pattinson quietly went about his primary education at Tower House.

From here, Tom progressed through the private education system to boarding school. Reeds School is in the pretty Surrey town of Cobham and boasts every educational facility a pupil could wish for. Its academic standards are amongst the highest in the land and it also prides itself on its sports and drama facilities. High achievers who have passed through its gates include former tennis champion Tim Henman and skier Louise Thomas.

Tom has described his younger self as ‘boring’, but he maintains he was a child with a vivid imagination and one who loved stories. His lively mind was not always engaged in
positive activity, though, and he has confessed that he learned the art of manipulation early on in life. His grandfather apparently recalls that he was a bit of a ‘Walter Mitty’ character, meaning that he spent much of his time escaping the mundane reality of his own existence by inhabiting a world of fantasy – something Hardy would later indulge in through the medium of acting. Apparently he also developed a keen sense of humour early on, a trait surely inherited from his comedy-writing father.

It didn’t take long for the enquiring and imaginative boy to want to shake the foundations of the charmed life he had been born into. ‘From a very young age, I was flagrantly disobedient,’ he told the
Evening Standard
in 2006. ‘I got involved in anything that was naughty. I wanted to explore all the dark corners of the world, partly to see if I could control it.’ He was also not averse to a bit of scrapping and can remember ‘…being kicked in the balls at school when I was about nine. That was a miserable outcome.’

One upshot of his involvement in all things ‘naughty’ was his expulsion from Reeds for stealing sports kit. And although he left under a cloud, the school now seems proud to count Tom Hardy as one of its old boys, heralding him as one of their ‘former pupils who now excel on the stage and screen’. The expulsion didn’t signal the end of Tom’s school career, though. He went on to attend another exclusive educational establishment in the shape of the independent sixth-form college Duff Miller in South Kensington, London.

Private schools invariably channel pupils towards going on to further, traditional academic pursuits, but this was something clearly not on Tom’s agenda. He has admitted that
he ‘couldn’t really get to grips with school work’ and left school without any clear idea of what he could do next. His antics and irrepressible nature were far from conformist and he didn’t quite fit the mould of student that private schools are so good at churning out.

Like many adolescents, Tom struggled to feel comfortable in his own skin. The agonising quest for identity is something every teenager goes through but how this angst manifests itself depends on the circumstances and personality of the individual. Tom’s discomfort was twofold: he was uneasy with both his own susceptibilities and his surroundings. In an effort to disguise the former, he did what so many teenagers do and changed his appearance. While some might dye their hair or alter their clothes in an effort either to stand out or to blend in, Tom’s actions were more extreme and he began what would become a lifelong obsession with tattoos. At 15 he acquired his first, which was of a leprechaun by way of a tribute to his mother’s Irish roots. In an interview with Canada’s
The Globe and Mail
, he remembered his mother’s dismay upon the discovery of his first piece of body art: ‘She kept saying “my beautiful boy, my beautiful boy…”.’

He also explained the psychology behind his desire to decorate his body to the
Guardian
newspaper: ‘When I was a kid, people thought I was a girl, but I wanted to be strong, to be a man. My vulnerabilities were permanently on show when I was young, I had no skin as a kid. Now I’m covered in tattoos.’

Here was an angry young man who was deeply frustrated with his lot: nice, well-educated, middle-class Tom from the suburbs was simply not what he wanted to be. He needed to experience danger, to knock the edges off his comfortable
existence. The tattoos and minor transgressions, therefore, soon developed into more destructive behaviour such as drinking, drug-taking, getting into fights, robbery and even carrying weapons. He also started to keep less-than-desirable company and hung around with, as he puts it, ‘lads that looked like the guys who were on trial for the murder of Stephen Lawrence’.

Tom has also referenced his father when speaking of what drove him towards seeking out the more dangerous side of life in his youth. According to Tom, Chips is not the kind of man to resolve a problem by getting into a physical fight about it. He was a highly intelligent man and this was simply not his way. So Tom felt obliged to try and create a persona that was the exact opposite. ‘The point is, my father’s not really into throwing his fists. He’s got lightning wit, backchat and repartee to get himself out of a scrap – and nothing else… so I had to go further afield and I brought all sorts of unscrupulous oiks back home – earless, toothless vagabonds – to teach me the arts of the old bagarre,’ he revealed to the
Mail & Guardian
in 2011.

In his teenage years, Tom was no stranger to a police cell, though surprisingly he was never actually charged with an offence. Speaking to the the
Observer
about what drove him to such acts of rebellion he commented, ‘It’s the suburbs. The life is so privileged and peaceful and so bloody dull, it gives you the instinctive feral desire to fuck everything up.’

And, for quite some time, that’s exactly what he did. When he was 15 years old, he was arrested for joyriding in a stolen Mercedes and being in possession of a gun. The consequences of this could have been disastrous but, mercifully for Tom, he happened to be in the company of a diplomat’s son, so the
problem was made to disappear. According to Hardy, he was prepared to do the time but in the end was able to walk away from the incident without further repercussions.

The drinking, the drugs and the criminal behaviour were apparently all symptomatic of a person filled with ‘
self-hatred
’. Speaking to
Attitude
magazine in 2008, Tom reflected on his wild, wayward years with his trademark
self-awareness
: ‘I was an obnoxious, trouble-making lunatic. Not comfortable in my own skin and displacing that into the world. A complete twat. A knobhead. Mostly because I’m a middle-class white boy from suburbia. Growing up I was deeply ashamed, I was like “I’m not street and I’m not rich”. A classic case of suburban kid…’

The anomaly of tearing it up on the streets of slumbering East Sheen is something that Tom has been asked to explain on more than one occasion. How could a teenager really live life on the edge and put himself in harm’s way in a place that seems so safe, so normal? Scratch the surface of respectability and you might be surprised at what you find lurking beneath. ‘Behind those Laura Ashley curtains there are a lot of demons. East Sheen is a middle-class area, Trumpton or Sesame Street, but there’s trouble if you want it.’ And he certainly did.

Through his late teens and into his early twenties, Tom continued to have brushes with the law –‘I was looking at 14 years when I was 17, I was looking at five years when I was 21 for something else’ – and what started as casual drinking and recreational drug use eventually developed into more serious alcohol and substance abuse. In the midst of all this chaos, Tom achieved something typically bizarre and incongruous: he entered – and won – a modelling competition.

That Tom’s looks are exceptional is in no doubt. He has been blessed with the kind of face and physique that makes people sit up and take notice. The raw ingredients of a cover boy are all present: smouldering eyes, fine bone structure and, of course, those lips. His lips have, in fact, been the subject of much media scrutiny and have been described as both ‘pillowy’ and ‘bruised-looking’. The alluring looks are just part of the attraction, though. He has something else that makes him stand out from the rest: his looks have an edge, a hint of menace, something that both modelling scouts and casting directors have been quick to pick up on when seeking a certain kind of brooding, dangerous look for either a campaign or a role.

Whatever his motivation – most likely to fulfil that need for attention he so often refers to – in 1998, he entered
The Big Breakfast
’s ‘Find Me a Model’ competition. At the time,
The Big Breakfast
was a hugely popular, energetic early morning television programme aimed predominantly at the youth market. It had launched in 1992 and enjoyed huge success under the guardianship of presenters Chris Evans and Gaby Roslin. When they left the show, so did a number of viewers and ratings dropped. The producers finally found a winning formula in Johnny Vaughan and Denise van Outen, who
co-hosted
successfully from 1997 for a number of years.