Evan Karras

Hmm... What to say... Perhaps I'm best summarised in single (or not so single) words. Ummm... Pithy. Cancer. Degenerate. Economist. Gin. Crass. Almodovar. Davidoff Tobacco. Queer. Homburg Hat. Pernod. Aberrant. Woody Allen. Liberal. Quirky. Bon Vivant. Seinfeld. Ricard. Brioni Suits. Passionate. Gitanes. Argumentative. Jazz. Bow-Ties. Political. Ph.D. Pipe smoker. Dubonnet. Carlton Football Club. Dunhill Leather. Neurotic. Foppish. Pastis. Chaplin. Artioli Shoes. Oh and I dislike man-made fabric. No excuses. Ever. The following phrases scare me: "... living at home with my parents for a while" "... not really out" "... i'm 48 but young at heart" "... it's not makeup, it's just a bit of bronzer" I dislike Parramatta too. And Los Angeles. Have you been there? It looks like God did a shit on a parking lot. I occasionally write about things that make me cringe. And I like telling people all about it. I'm good at dinner parties. Especially when I tell the "Lamb Story". Yes, the "Lamb Story". Invite me out to dinner, and I might tell you. But only if you're not wearing polyester.