I popped into town just now to talk to my bank. Outside the bank was one of those ‘living statue’ performers – painted silver and with a pedestal to stand on.

I've seen plenty of those around before, of course, and they normally do nothing for me. But this one did – because he was off his pedestal, taking a break, and chatting to a passer-by while one silver-painted hand rootled enthusiastically in a bag of crisps.

The idea that statues need to take a snack break now and then really made me smile. Probably even Nelson comes down off his column every week or so, late at night, and goes looking for a kebab van.