It’s nice to occasionally log onto One and Other and see what is going on at the time on the empty plinth. Mostly it’s inconsequential, and that’s nice too because it is such a underplayed counter to the grand heroics that are celebrated on the other plinths in Trafalgar Square. Yesterday (9am) I found a relaxed and quietly beautiful middle-aged woman from Somerset called Jude. She was sitting up there, chatting aloud reflectively to herself, taking in all the changing life in the square way beneath her. ‘I’ve reached the age now when I like nothing better than just sitting and watching the world go by,’ she said as she took another bite out of her banana and then very carefully wrapped up the skin to throw away when her hour in the air was done.