Born 17 December, 1941 in New York City.


Married with one son, I was educated in America. I received a BA Degree in Journalism and Languages in 1963, and graduated Law School with a JD Degree in 1966.


I then decided to go in to international banking and lived between New York and Latin America for over ten years. I moved permanently to London in 1978 and worked for a large UK industrial company for over a decade. I thereafter continued to do business in South America and spent half of every year in various Latin American countries until retirement ten years ago.


Sports were always a bit of an obsession. Sailing, surfing, squash, skiing, very amateur climbing, and tennis all disappeared roughly in that order due to injuries. I am now left with a bit of shooting, very clumsy efforts at fishing, and golf. I have played golf sporadically since childhood, when I began playing with my parents. Hence I have been witness to the silly game for over sixty years and have watched it grow exponentially over that period.


I have been living in the English countryside for over 25 years and now move between England, Scotland and Portugal chasing little white balls into bushes.






"Golf... The Cruellest of Games" is a less than serious overview of the game of Golf, written with humour and a bit of irreverence by a lifelong golfer who plays with infinitely more enthusiasm than skill. It should amuse most people and irritate others .....the perfect combination for a good read.


It starts with a loose interpretation of how golf began and then takes a penetrating look at golfing dress, equipment, types of golf courses, the people who play on them, and the customs of the game, as well as some advice for those starting on this much-loved road to madness.


It ends with views on when to give the game up and some hopefully absurd predictions of the possible future of the game.....all done with a strong sense of cynical affection for this wonderful sport.  It is a must read for anyone who plays golf or is thinking of taking it up.


Cheever Hardwick's previous book, "The Labrador Theory", is a lighthearted view of the similarities between men and their Labrador dogs. The author can normally be found somewhere in Scotland, England or Portugal.




This book offers an amusing comparison between men in their middle to late years and their Labradors.....the theory can perhaps help women to understand that men, like their canine companions, are not complex. The older a man becomes, the more he appreciates his bed, a good meal, and a warm reception when he wanders through the door. A boot up the backside attracts neither man nor dog. The motivations of man and beast are rather simplistic, and in most cases, quite innocent.


Many a marriage has foundered on the rocks of over-analysis. Labradors and their masters have much in common, as this gentle tome points out. If a man does not come home on time, chances are pretty good that he got lost.


Copyright Cheever Hardwick 2017