The International College of Surgeons is a few doors up from Dave’s apartment, right next to the Museum of Surgical Science (closed today, sadly, so will have to pop back later in the week). This statue sits in front of the former, presumably there to scare the living shit out of school children, homeless people and others less able to afford a top-shelf quack.
They say if you see a statue of a soldier whose horse has one leg in the air it means he died from wounds sustained in battle. If the horse has both front legs in the air it means he died in battle. (And presumably, if the horse has three legs in the air it means he died in a riding accident). Anyhoo, this statue suggests to me that the poor sap met his end at the hands of a medical student. I understand that back in the day it was cheaper to make your own cadavers rather than buy stiffs through the usual channels, and I get the impression that the College is rubbing it in.
Got the willies? Me too!