It was Christmas in 1971 in the bar of the Eucla Motel where the Nullarbor Nymph was created. Locals were sitting around the busy motel bar, drinking beer and telling stories when out of the beer came some made-up yarn about a naked sheila living in the desert with the kangaroos.
In the bar was a PR bloke from Perth, heading east looking for work. He was broke and couldn’t pay his motel bill so he told the motel owner, Steve Patupis, he would put his Eucla Motel on the map instead.
He sent out the story to a newspaper of a naked woman with long blonde hair, running with the kangaroos on the Nullarbor at Eucla. The Nymph story went ballistic. Journalists and news crews were coming in by the planeload. They came from Adelaide, Sydney, Perth and the US. The BBC even sent a full TV documentary crew. The story was a monster, and the locals were feeding it.
One journalist wasn’t buying it and he wanted to get home. He took Mr Scott into the motel bar who liked scotch. “Of course it’s bullshit, mate!” he finally slurred. “And you bastards are goin’ for it.”
The journalist phoned the story out from Eucla’s phone box for the Sunday Mail’s front page, “Nullarbor Nymph a Hoax”.