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September 19, 2009



Maybe he's developed consciousness and he just doesn't feel like moving.

Mick H

He's a malevolent-looking bastard. Perhaps he'll start getting down from his pedestal in the night, and wandering the streets of London, committing gruesome crimes. The morning finds him back on his pedestal. Scotland Yard are baffled - until someone spots his brush....dripping blood.

Was there a book or film with that story-line? East European, perhaps...

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