I happened to have dinner last night with a bunch of people, one including an evironmental manager. That's what she called herself, so I'm sticking to my story. She submits information to government pertaining to environmental damage done by structures and people, before construction takes place. Apparently you guys, the tree cutter downers in Rosebank, weren't meant to cut those trees down. Government passed a letter by my environmentalist friend stating clearly that you leave the trees out front be.
You're going to get your asses fined one way or another, which is at least gratifying for me, a resident in the area who felt the loss of the palms outside The Zone like I felt the loss of my front tooth after a yukka party in first year when a golf club hit me in the face.
You little fuckers. Rosebank was a lovely, old suburb with trees. The jacarandas are gone for the sake of this sodding train, now the palms? According to my new environmental manager friend, the frog specialists - I jest you not - are as equally fucked off due to your unboundless and blatant ingorance of the eco-system. Do you get a fix chop chop chopping? Even Moogs, after getting drunk on his own white wine reduction last night (He insists it's not gravy or sauce, but the rather pompously refers to it as white wine reduction, poured lovingly over everyone's breasts.... chicken breasts of course) well, even Moogs is upset about this tree purge, resulting in lack thereof. You didn't even give the hippies a chance to get their hemp doondies into a knot.
You guys are going to get fined or be forced to replant the trees. I would've preferred the latter, but since you hacked off the 30-year old trees mid-way and left them as unsightly stumps, sitting forlornly on the the side of Oxford Road, one can only really fine the crap out of you. In the meantime, there's a number I can call to verbally abuse you via telephonic communication, the tone of my dissatisfaction for you, Tree Cutter Downers In Rosebank, will be less than pleasant. Be careful. I'm extremely annoyed and, like today, disappointed in the human race as a whole. Why nobody stopped you to begin with is beyond me.
Fuck you and bring back the trees,
Peas On Toast
PS: Chaps: I've tried to track down the environmentalist for the direct tree-chopping down complaint number, but she seems to be climbing trees elsewhere. (Clearly not Rosebank): So...the best idea is to phone (011) 375 5555 for all city-related complaints, which includes fearless chopping down of perefctly good trees. Will keep you updated.