On the other hand, could always commission a statue, as long as you remain apolitical, that is.
There used to be a large one at Paisley's Cross, in Renfrewshire, just above the little garden area where the public toilets used to be (I wonder if such establishments are still around in the UK or have been demolished as part of the war on drugs?). It was of a generously proportioned partly-nude lady, and I often, especially in winter, thought that it would be a nice gesture to fit the poor soul with a comfortable bra. However, I didn't know anyone that size, and I certainly wasn't going to stretch altruism to the extent of buying one for her; there are limits, you know. Anyway, as a schoolboy, I certainly couldn't have afforded to finance my generous mind.
Perhaps she shivers to this day. Well, in winter, at any rate.