The Duke of Glasgow - and the traffic cone of shame

Or how a peoples movement converted a Giant of the British Empire into a figure of fun.

Just about every visitor to Glasgow sees this magnificent equestrian statue outside the Museum of Modern Art - a splendid neo-Classical building in its own right.
(nb , this may be the first time that I have used the word ‘Equestrian’ in my own literary meanderings, but it means ‘a man on horseback’. Just as a ‘Pedestrian’ means someone walking on foot. These distinctions are important: only posh people’s statues appear on a horse).
And the venerable Duke of Wellington - a British Hero of the Napoleonic Wars, has something special about him, that cannot be missed.
He has a rather plebian traffic cone on his head. And this has been the case for decades. Few living Glaswegians can remember a day when the cone was not conjoined with the Duke.
The Civic Authorities have long since ceased to try to remove the cone, because every time they employ a contractor to remove it, at some public expense, it just mysteriously re-appears overnight.
It is raffish, iconic, ironic, and irreverent - all at the same time. The cone has come to identify the soul of Glasgow - for better or worse. Personally I love it.
Other cities - such as Bristol - have thrown their ghastly old statues of imperial aristocrats and slavers into the nearest river. Glasgow thinks differently, and far more amusingly. Better to retain them, and ridicule them, permanently!

I would go further, and prophesy that when the cone finally falls, because nobody can be bothered to maintain it, then so will Glasgow.
God Bless the Duke - and the Cone!