There is no mystery about the giant coloured cones at the bottom of West Street, Brighton.

They are large dunces' caps, designed to fit the swollen heads of those local councillors who approved the squandering of £14,000 of taxpayers' money on this ludicrous, scatterbrained idea.

To avoid distracting harassed drivers at this busy junction, I suggest the cones are moved and repositioned alongside that chunk of scrap iron on the lower promenade and the whole collection be labelled "Brighton Follies".

-Bert Hobden, Overhill Drive, Brighton