BIZARRE sites are so commonplace in Clacton town centre that shoppers rarely bat an eyelid.

A man with a rabbit on his shoulder, a group of chav rappers with so much bling their knuckles are dragging on the floor, a man carrying two giant, pink, furry testicles over his shoulders...

But a fleet of quad bikers kitted out with weed-spraying hoses was an out-of-the-ordinary first in Clacton this week.

It wasn't so much the site of the mounted weed-killing warriors, more their apparently slap-dash method of applying the potion.

Tendring Talk is no expert but if we had to protect a pavement from the onslaught of invasive plant life we wouldn't opt for the zig-zag line method (pictured above).

Maybe we are completely wrong.

Perhaps the lotion is so potent it will seep into the every crevice in the pavement.

Or can the offending plants sense its presence from a few paving blocks away and know to stay underground?

Perhaps the sprayers spot which areas are susceptible (which happen to be in a zig-zag line) from their vantage point?

We are sure there is a real method to this process and no doubt the relevant council will be in touch to point out the error of our ways.

But what is wrong with a venerable old gardener, flat cap, overalls, smoking a woodbine and all, administering weed repellent with the attention to detail Picasso would be proud of.

Maybe the pace of life has moved up a gear or two but where do you stop? With window cleaners doing the windows with water pistols and buses that merely slow down to let passengers off?







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