A suspected yowie at Barrington Tops

Mistaken Identity: A suspected yowie turned out to be something else.

Mistaken Identity: A suspected yowie turned out to be something else.

Topics was recently writing about yowie sightings in the Barrington Tops.

Edgeworth’s Gary Lawless responded, saying he was “a keen rabbit shooter” in the 1970s, making “many trips to the country around Barrington Tops”.

“Even back then, yowies were a topic of conversation over many a beer. Recent sightings had been recorded in the dense forests around the Barringtons, so I always kept my eyes open when travelling around the Tops,” he said.

Gary recounted his own yowie sighting, which he experienced while driving along the Buckett’s Way one fine day in 1973.

“As I drove towards Gloucester, the sun was low in the sky and hovering just above the horizon, making driving a challenge and causing me to slow down,” he said.

“I spotted a figure standing on the edge of the road. I rolled to a stop and peered out through the windscreen, trying to work out what I was looking at. It certainly didn’t look human.”

Gary observed a tall figure with lanky limbs, whose legs and arms “seemed to be covered in some sort of hide that trailed long hair, like tassels”.

“A profusion of hair radiating from its head appeared like a huge halo, with the sun shining through it.”

The creature started waving its arms frantically, moving towards his car and “making incomprehensible noises”.

“I was so scared I was frozen in place. It was all too quickly at my door, peering in through the open window,” Gary said, adding that he was terrified.

But as the suspected yowie came into plain sight , Gary’s demeanour changed. He saw that this strange creature had a mass of dirty dreadlocks and a bushy, unkempt, grimy grey beard. 

It wore a fringed buckskin shirt and matching pants. It carried a backpack, with the stem of a bong poking out.

The creature spoke: “Hey man, really cool. I ditched my wheels over the bank up there while I was rolling a joint. What a bummer dude. Can you dig it? Can I catch a ride dude? I am out of weed and I need to connect with my main man in the next town before I lose my buzz, you dig?”

Gary relaxed. This was no yowie, just a stranded hippy.


A cheeky sign at a cosmetic clinic in Newcastle West.

A cheeky sign at a cosmetic clinic in Newcastle West.

As we all know, the obesity epidemic has engulfed the globe. Soaring sales of Coke, Big Macs, chocolate eclairs and the like have been matched with a big rise in double chins.

A Newcastle West cosmetic clinic knows this all too well.

“Two chins are better than one… said no one ever,” the Vamp Cosmetic Clinic sign said.

While doing important research on this topic, we discovered a website that promoted 10 home remedies for getting rid of a double chin. 

These included groundbreaking techniques like chewing sugar-free gum, massaging your chin and neck with cocoa butter, milk, melon juice or wheat germ oil, applying an egg white mask to your chin and neck, doing chin exercises and drinking green tea.

Funnily enough, the site didn’t mention the option of eating less.

Cooked Chooks

Topics correspondent Sam Rigney has been writing about the old Henny Penny site in Ridge Street at Merewether.

Many people were frustrated that the site had been left vacant for 13 years, with an ugly, dilapidated building.

Property experts had valued the block at up to $2 million.

The story stirred up quite a few memories among readers on the Newcastle Herald’s Facebook page.

Janet Frith wrote: “I grew up in Merewether and my parents still live there. I had a moment the other day when I said ‘do you want me to go up to Henny Penny and get a chicken?’ Oops. The good old days. If it was still open, you wouldn't be able to get a park to get your chicken.”

Rebecca Caccamo added: “Bring back the Henny Penny Merewether! It was the best one around,” she said, while recalling taking a feed to Bar Beach car park.

“Nothing like feeding those seagulls the scraps! Brings back so many great childhood memories.”

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