Do you have your own statue?

Some months back I got an e-mail with a picture attached. When I downloaded it I couldn't stop laughing. I was looking at myself being a statue. It was me, just me and only me. Some friends of mine (thank you Mrs. and Mr. Topinka) took a snap of it in Scottish town Perth (after they had stopped laughing). They told me this was just a statue erected on the street which is considered to depict some uknown man from the crowd. If I had gotten this picture today I would have thought that this was a Photoshop work, that my friends have wanted to rejoice me at April Fool's Day. But it happened last September. So I guess the sculptor must have had some photo of me and managed to copy my face really well. The other possibility is that I have a twin somewhere but this seems very unlikely as my parents had never mentioned something like this.
Well, how many people can say they have their own stutue? Isn't it great? Unfortunately, my neighbourhood haven't noticed yet that I am so famous. But no doubt, this must be their fault.

In other news, this month a year ago I started to fool around with the idea of writing a blog. I have published 79 entries ever since and to my huge surprise most visitors have come from English spoken countries which is a lot greater then having my own statue in Scottland. I am grateful for this.