Fourth Plinth

As the fourth (empty) plinth in Trafalgar Square (btw, what's so funny about the word plinth?) is right outside the National Gallery, I got to see what was on it twice during the course of Tuesday. The first was pretty boring - some guy completely still standing in a white body stocking. Then I read Fuzzytweetie's post (http://wildaboutvinny.blogspot.com/) in a letter supposedly from me to Max, and it all fit so well. Except that this man was no Vincent, as you can see.


As we appraoched it from the other side of the Square, my friend thought the exhibit was an Egyptioan funerary boat. Then I realised that what did, admittedly look rather reed boat like, was the safety net. I didn't get a picture of that particualr effect.

Now if that were Vincent in a body condom, I'd be up there on that plinth, fear of heights or no, ravishing him in public, and wild horses wouldn't get me down.

On the way out, the exhibit was being taken down. I had no idea what it was till I looked up the website that had been displayed on the plinth - clapa.com. It's the Cleft Lip And Palate Association.