I think I’d take a lurcher up there and see how many accidents one man and his dog could come up with in an hour.
The Telegraph’s Rupert Christiansen gets slightly sniffy about it:
All through Monday and Tuesday morning, the media was wildly excited about Antony Gormley’s Fourth Plinth ‘living sculpture’ project, in which ‘ordinary people’ take centre-stage in Trafalgar Square for an hour at a time. You’d have thought that it was an event of earth-shattering, world-changing significance.
But walking through Trafalgar Square on Tuesday evening at 9.15pm provided a sober reminder of the truth of Andy Warhol’s 1968 prophecy that ‘in the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes’.
Hundreds of people – mostly, I suspect, tourists, were milling around the square, laughing at the buskers, examining the work of pavement artists and taking photographs of Nelson’s Column.
On the Fourth Plinth, stood 21-year-old Toni Goldsmith, a hairdresser. Wearing a t-shirt emblazoned ‘I am a living work of art’, she was dancing around aimlessly and blowing bubbles. There was only one person watching her – me. Not one other person in the square was paying her witless activity a second’s attention.
I fear that within nine hours the Fourth Plinth has already become a bore. The only way to enliven it would be to replace ‘ordinary people’ with hardened criminals or teenage vandals, who could be chained to the Plinth and exposed to an hour of public vilification.
I am not altogether joking.