Robert Gibson, Byron Bay
Two weeks ago, when I first noticed young tendrils of climbing vines tickling the base of the notorious ‘Disco Dong’, I thought great, nature is engaged in hiding our shame. The sight of this tacky ‘Tinsel Dick’ might be softened, and the community’s rage assuaged by some random green intervention.
I imagined this alien embraced by vegetation, welcomely linked it to the land. I imagined it wrapped in passionfruit vines like some flowering fruitful sheath – all very fetching – a free snack during a gridlock commute.
But my dreams were cruelly dashed when I read (Echo April 13) that Council had cut down the vines.
For those caught in the ensuing traffic jam, my sympathy for your frustration and all the time wasting.
For Council – haven’t you done enough already? Two wrongs don’t make it right.
You could have bought a more appealing piece of public art, cheaper and complete at the annual Swell Sculpture Festival. Sadly, this flocking monstrosity is another expensive SNAFU (Situation Normal: All Fucked Up)and it’s still a slight to the sensibilities of the creative souls of Byron Shire.
