Justin Newcombe admits the error of his ways and gets rid of a nuisance tree in his garden.
I've lived in the same house for the past 15 years. When we first moved in I decided I'd play landscaper. I had a few plants left over from various projects so planted some of them on the northern side of my property, next to the fence, beside the clothesline. No big deal.
When my wife critiqued my efforts, an intense debate ensued about the merits of planting a Mexican sky palm, which grows upwards of 130 feet, on the sunny side of the property, right next to the clothesline.
Of course, I'm the landscape professional right? I do have a superior knowledge of all things plants, right? I insisted the palms stay. After all, as everybody knows, the washingtonia robusta has a very lineal habit with a tall slender trunk and foliage up high, somewhere in the clouds. Rather than let our discussion deteriorate into a debate about logic and reason, which I was sure to lose, I thought I'd romance her a bit.
Just to see if I could bring her round, I told her this was the same sort of thing you'd see in an LA boulevard, often with people performing roller disco nearby, wearing an oversized pair of sunglasses eating an icecream, the sort of place where pop video producers get their extras from...