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College & OF History: 1975-2000
Into the Third Millennium
Framlingham College...
By John Maulden

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Len Evans OBE AO (G42-48) 30th August 1930 – 17th August 2006
It is with sadness to report the death of Len Evans, the renowned Australian wine guru. Len died suddenly of a heart attack while collecting a friend from hospital near his home in Australia. Len leaves his wife, Trish and his children, Sally, Jodie and Toby.

Friends of the Evans family have reported that the funeral will be on September 16th but we have no official confirmation.

As tributes fill the media (e.g. "The Times" obituary and "The Daily Telegraph"), Mark Birrell G73-83, who lives near Sydney, summed up the generous amiable nature of Len:
"I was fortunate enough to have had lunch with Len when I arrived in Australia to live in 1991. He was a bloody fine chap. I went to his Pokolbin property and he gave us a tour of Rothbury Estate. It was a memorable occasion. To most, Len was the Australian wine industry, very well respected and admired. He said to me Australia have the best Shiraz in the world and France were starting to take note. He will be missed immensely. Lets all have a glass of wine for Len. Better make sure it is a Hunter Shiraz though!" The item below is reprinted from the Spring 2003 Overseas Bag. This was paraphrased from an article in the Canberra Sunday Times dated July 27, 2002 covering the life and times of Len Evans and entitled “Thank Evans”:

“Last year Len Evans drank a cheeky little red, a double magnum of 1865 Chateau Lafite Rothschild which cost $78,000. It was the most expensive bottle of wine he'd ever drunk from. Why did he open it? ''Well, because I wanted to drink it,'' he says.
Ask a silly question . . .What Evans means is that he needed no special occasion to drink the wine other than for the sheer delight of tasting some very special French wine. Evans is not Australia's best-known bon vivant for nothing.

Evans, the grand old man of the Australian wine industry, turns 72 next month. He seems to have always been aged somewhere in his 50s, the shock of white hair, the ruddy complexion, the chubby-cheeked smile never changing from year to year. ''I still have the old twinkle in the eye,''

Born in England to Welsh parents, Len Evans has been an unlikely champion of Australian wine for more than 40 years. He's made it, sold it, talked and written about it, judged it, flogged it to as many countries as he can and drunk as much of the good stuff as possible. He'll occasionally drink a cold beer on a hot day, but won't touch spirits. ''I can't do everything,'' he says. Evans's personal cellar has about 3000 bottles in it.

The best wine he's ever tasted? ''No such thing. There have been great moments. When I opened a bottle of 1646 tokay I cried.''

Evans started promoting Australian wine exports in 1967 and ''for 20 years it was like banging your head against a total wall of indifference''. He has since seen annual wine consumption in Australia grow from two bottles a person in the 1960s to about 24 bottles a person today.

The industry has rewarded Evans with accolades such as the British Decanter magazine's International Man of the Year. He was the first Australian invited to address the prestigious Wine Spectator Wine Experience in New York. He's broken down barriers by being the only non-French person asked to judge major wine shows in France. He believes France is still the leading nation in winemaking.

He retired from wine-show judging this month after sipping wine from an estimated 150,000 glasses over four decades. ''I think it was time for other people to make a contribution, to put a different light on it.''

''People take it all too seriously sometimes. Wine is just a bloody drink. It's just a juice made from grapes that's all it is.''. ''Yes, that's absolutely my attitude to wine, from an enjoyment a point of view,'' he says. ''But someone also once said to me, 'You don't take wine very seriously.' My answer to that is, 'I take it enormously seriously until it's in the glass.' By that I mean the making of it, the care of it. I take winemaking very seriously. I take wine judging very seriously.''

Yet people still get wildly excited about this ''juice from grapes''. ''I think it's the wonderful romance of it," Evans says. "The fact that there are so many shades and nuances of flavour. And it's one of the few foodstuffs in the world that you shove in a container and it changes character in the container for the better. You can't imagine having a cellar of baked beans, can you?''

Evans reckons he was 15 when he tasted his first wine, a bottle of Chateau d'Yquem, which he had stolen from his father, Robert, a rigger in the air force. ''I had it under my bed for months. I drank it so slowly, it developed a scum on the top.''

The young Evans tried his hand at playing golf professionally, but when he found he wasn't good enough, set off to ''bum my way around the world'' and ended up in Australia. He did jobs ranging from working on a dingo fence in Queensland to being a writer for the Mavis Bramston Show in 1958.

''I came down to Sydney to write and while I was reasonably successful, the pay was so dreadful, and my hotel career just took off like a rocket,'' he says.

Starting as a bottle washer at the Old Ship Hotel at Circular Quay, Evans joined the Chevron Hilton in 1960 and worked his way up to become food and beverage manager. He left four years later to establish a wine-merchant business. By 1968, he had formed the Evans Luncheon Club at Bulletin Place, where he hosted legendary long lunches while expounding on the wines the guests were drinking. The same year he also established the Rothbury Estate vineyard in Pokolbin.

Evans Wine Company still operates. Evans is chairman and his son Toby is a manager. His daughter Sally is managing director of the wine Internet site Winepros. His other daughter, Jodie, helps run the Blaxlands restaurant in Pokolbin. Evans met his wife Patricia at Mt Isa during his travels around Australia. She was also English, the daughter of a miner. They've been together 43 years. ''Well, she was a pretty girl,'' he said.

It doesn't take a long time with Evans to understand his love of absurd humour. He has a bit of The Goon Show about him. As well as collecting wine, his favourite hobby is to collect books ''for their title alone''. He has hundreds of the unintentionally humorous titles.

''My attitude to life is that I'm absolutely scared stiff of dying. I don't want to go yet. I've got plenty more to do. And life is for living. Someone said to me I should be happy to die soon because I've crammed three lives into one, but I'd like to get another in please.''


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Authored by: Anonymous on Monday, August 21 2006 @ 12:29 PM GMT

I remember many years ago (1987 or1988) in Hong Kong we held an OF Dinner in a private room at Bentley\'s Restuarant which was managed by an OF, Rupert Chenevix-Trench. Present, as I remember were Ian Howard, myself, Brian Williams, Jeremy Simpson, Charles Micklewright, Richard Rowe and a few other names which escape me. After the main course was finished Brian Williams, who was Resident Manager of The Mandarin Oriental Hotel (Hong Kong\'s finest!), excused himself as he was required to greet a VIP Guest arriving shortly. When asked who might his VIP Guest be he informed the assembled company that it was the famous Australian Wine Buff .. Len Evans. Charles Micklewright immediately commented that said Mr Evans was in fact an OF. Without further ado, Brian Williams was despatched to The Mandarin with instructions to bring Mr. Evans to join the assembled OFs as soon as he had checked in. The two of them arrived about 20 minutes later and the rest of the evening was spent lubricating Mr Evans (and ourselves) and listening to his tales of life at Fram in his day. Quite a character .. so sad to hear of his passing.