Being a statue is not a real job

I run past the London Eye a few times a week. In the summer there’s an avenue of people being statues between the Eye and Waterloo Bridge. Fair enough, some are quite believable and the kids seem to enjoy the surprise. The other day though I spotted a new one. A chap, oldish, badly spray painted silver with a baseball cap on and sat down on a black plastic chair, one of those cheap chairs you see stacked at the back of a village hall with buckled legs. Is being a statue just too demanding for him? How many real statues on plastic chairs are there in the world? Perhaps he should consider a less active job, like being a cadaver perhaps? I have taken to shouting ‘get a real job’ as I run past.