The chainsaws are back: Plymouth Council culls more trees in bid to ‘stop people having sex in public’

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  1. Someone make it make sense. Instead of addressing the problems which cause people to use drugs and have sex outside – nope! Blame the trees!

  2. How desperately sad for our country. If it’s not the police removing park benches as part of a “crime reduction plan”, it’s urban green spaces being destroyed for some ridiculous excuse.

  3. Why not just tell the police to do their job, patrol the area and give fines or public indency charges to anyone caught fucking in the bushes?

  4. I don’t see how killing trees will stop needles and condoms being on the ground.
    Perhaps installing some bins for sharps and rubbish would help.

  5. You know how people go to alternate universes and everything is weird and not like their home universe. I’m starting to think we are one of those alternate universes.

  6. > The council stressed new plants would be installed. The spokesperson said: “We will be replacing them with planting that has improved biodiversity benefits and provides a better home to bees and bugs.

    Well, well. First you fell trees because of seedy activity and then just admit you yourself want to engage in seeding.

  7. > “The area around the Belvedere shelter has suffered from growing anti-social behaviour, with council officers regularly having to clean up sex and drug paraphernalia.”

    > We apologise to the Hoe Neighbourhood Forum

    This has to be satire.

  8. Sadly it seems to be a bigger thing all over the country… They keep cutting down old growth and putting in new stuff that I very much doubt will survive without existing tree cover. I live in Sussex and they’ve clear cut a lot of stuff next to a new road and only replaced about 10% of it, Then there’s all the new housing estates they seem to clear cut everything then put in a lot less trees.

  9. If only there was some sort of uniformed force the could be used to patrol the areas concerned and police the situation. WAIT A MINUTE!!

  10. I don’t believe a word of it. I don’t believe *anything* any council says when they’re cutting down trees. Why? Because they’re *always lying*. Like, Sheffield Council trying to cut down 15,000 trees became they were *all* diseased.

    Fun fact number 1: if your council feels the need to lie about something they are doing, then they’re doing something wrong. Fun fact number 2: any bureaucracy that is destroying the environment is (guess what?) doing something wrong.

  11. People start having sex in cars because they cant get housing for themselves. They start doing it outside because they cant afford a car. I wonder what comes next, you reckon the tories are gonna push to put the poorest in zoos?

  12. I wonder at what point did councils stop looking at themselves as serving the public. Local and national government really does need a massive overhaul.

  13. Wow, I was born in Plymouth and used to go to the Hoe after all-nighters at Dance Academy (club).

    The shelter they are discussing is exactly where we used to sit and smoke afterwards.

    I never saw anyone fucking there tbh. Plenty of drug use though….

  14. “Be green please” say councils with full office car parks where they get paid with our money and decide which bit of nature to destroy next.

  15. Councils in this country are absolutely obsessed with cutting down trees and making everywhere look as dreary and grey as humanly possible

  16. Ah yes, British local democracy, where the wishes of literally everybody else gets trumped by some well connected moral busybody who wrote a strongly worded letter to their Council Executive golfing buddy.

  17. >Plymouth Council culls more trees in bid to ‘stop people having sex in public’

    Who fucking cares? Yeah it’s not most people’s cup of tea but dogging has always existed and will continue to do so. It’s about the poorest excuse to get rid of trees I’ve ever heard of. Dogging is like one of those parts of British culture that no one dares speak of but everyone knows it exists.

    My own experience of doggers is being lost somewhere in the Scottish borders in a campervan. I could sort of hear them creeping about in the layby and I was a bit on edge tbh, not really comfortable since I was trying to sleep
    Then they finished whatever they were doing (innocent me wouldn’t know) and I just heard a sweet, Scottish *good night* to us and I slept soundly after that. *Good night* to you too my sweet, Scottish [slightly perverted] prince. 👍

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