Andrew Harwood

Sydney radio presenter Andrew Harwood has died in a Sydney hospital from a severe asthma attack. He was 62.

More recently a presenter on radio stations 2UE and 2GB, Harwood will also be remembered for TV work as host of 1970s versions of quiz shows Jeopardy and It’s Academic, as well as guest appearances on The Paul Hogan Show and as voice-over announcer at ATN7. In the 1980s, Harwood appeared It Could Be You and Good Morning Sydney, and hosted quiz show Class Of ’82.

The son of former Beauty And The Beast panellist Ena Harwood, Harwood is survived by his wife and two daughters.

Source: Sydney Morning Herald, TV Tonight
Picture: TV Week, 18 December 1982

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    • Anonymous on 25 July 2008 at 4:06 PM
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    A gentleman in every sense of the word.

    • Michelle Pitt on 26 July 2018 at 7:21 PM
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    I hate the way it says Andrew was survived by wife and 2 daughters. I was his partner for many years as he was legally separated. One daughter was to another women when we weren’t together. I knew Andrew 17 years and dated for 7 years. People always saw us together. Sad to see they report he left a wife. May my darling rest in peace.

      • James on 10 July 2021 at 9:40 PM
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      Dear Michelle,
      I have just spent an hour in a reverie of remembrance of the formative years Andrew and I were close friends. Sadly some idiot sent me a message and in receiving it I lost my long and emotional recounting of the packed colourful and competitive relationship between Andy and myself. I would be surprised if after our friendship played out he had as an intense, intellectual, brotherly and sensual friendship as we had . Nothing poofy here , my dear , We were Medical students together, fooled about and failed…regrouped and decided that blessed with wit , intelligence, humour and articulacy ….we were destined for the Law. That decision was validated by our observation that the Sydney Uni girls lacked that “Je ne sais quoi” , were in fact “daggy” and unworthy of our attentions. On the other hand the city environs of the Law School abounded with attractive law clerks and other secretarial and possibly managerial femmes…upon whom we might, if they had any descrimination, we might be duty bound to bestow a little Aristocratic “jig-a-jig…to open their eyes to a real epiphany of what life could offer in the company of enlightened gentlemen as in all humility we believed we were. I’m sure you can see through this….we were an army of two “private” soldiers eloquently reassuring each other of our mutual esteem and confirming our”Olympian ” right to “pee ” down upon those we deemed inferior. For me it was a childish denial of labels placed upon me by insensitive parents and expensive educators – my retreat into a defensive “castle” of the mind until I could validate myself . However I’m not sure what Andrews motive was. Ther was no real malice in our patrician “distaste” for the “lumpen proletariat ” It was an adoption of Shakespearean theatrical upper class language amuse each other…but years later I realised there was a deeper meaning.
      As with Medicine we were too distracted by merry making to succeed and again bombed out ….in the academic sense.
      We had an almost theatrical friendship, competing with poetic and literary quotations, contrived derogatory descriptions of each other …our audience being largely ourselves and two long-suffering girlfriends. But we four had marvellous, crazy times …naughty winter weekends away at the Leura Motel…reading poetry and singing Scottish battle songs in front of the fire ….then running naked across the driveway, jumping in the pool and back to the fireside. And in his converted tennis shed at 100A , room full of the scent of burning sandalwood, record player playing Maurice Ravel’s “La mere l’oye, Eric Satie and other romantic music we were young, vulnerable and totally eccentric, madly endulging in our particular personal performances – in my case searching for identity and social currency having been a child locked in by High Functioning Autism Spectrum Disorder, undetected by anybody and punished by many , till I made my own diagnosis last year.
      I’ve had many male friends during my life but the mad association at AT THAT TIME between us two blokes had a timing, a basis in shared intellectual and humorous pursuits, seasoned with our shared sensuous romantic interests was for me the right formative interest for my time. I was sad that, knowing his intellectual capacity he settled for ” the bright lights” and what I saw as the cheap thrills of easy conquests that came with his degree of prominence. I’m fatigued , having been at this with digital dropout for some time. I have enjoyed the memories and if you loved Andrew, sorry you didn’t get my earlier exposé of our naughty adventures. If you do chance to receive this date expired message Michelle I would be happy to hear from you. ( unedited due to need to feed my animals- one, to emphasise its starving condition is lying on my keyboard) The more I have dissolved into the remembrance of those years, the more I hope to hear from you. As I knew A from an early age I may have answers for you, as you may have for me. It’s ironic that only this morning I pulled from my library a volume of the works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s poems and read the dedication written by Andrew on my birthday. Although laudatory, I must read closer , as I’m sure somewhere he was taking the piss out of my pretensions.
      Should I not hear from you, dear girl, I’m sure in my belief that knowing Andy was for you from time to time vexing, disconcerting (as he lived in the moment and like a gecko next to a stairwell light drawn to any fluttering butterfly that passed) but never dull and I’m sure that as he aged and became more self aware could be a devoted companion. As you can see I was intrigued by your comments on the mention of certain people in his obituary. I was not surprised by his cause of death…during the years of our friendship I provided boxes of cigars and smoked French Gitanes and other Turkish fags with an ivory cig holder( one of my theatrical props along with pig skin cig case and Dunhill lighter. I think Andy smoked Rothmans…not sure . But I was surprised as Ena and Andrews sister Sarah .? had severe asthmatic attacks. I played squash with Andrew at the Lawschool courts and despite being a footy star a few years before he ran the legs off me. If he had that susceptibility, it suggests a bit of death-daring..,Eh?
      My best wishes to you Michelle and hope that out of the electronic ether, I may hear from you.
      Yours truly,
      James W

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