I’d like to post a photo of a bunch of living statues kicking back and playing pool in their favourite bar near Covent Garden or something like that, but don’t have one. Most probably just go home and wonder how they’ll get the paint off and was all that time at RADA or art school worth it. Some might sometimes decide, what the hell, I’ll be putting it back on in the morning and just stay in colour overnight. That way madness lies – the slippery slope to becoming the statue.
I’m not sure whether the Purpleman of York depurples every evening, his twitter feed suggests possibly not. But he is much more personable than most of his profession. Go and catch him in York before he goes pro.