Paddington speaks

OK, so I'm a fictional bear*, named after this railway station.
And now I'm a 'public sculpture' - at the station. Which means I have to sit on this effing plinth while travellers stuff their faces all around me.
I mean, look at this guy. He's just eaten a banana and now he's opening a bag of buns. Or something.
But do I get any? No.
I don't even get to sit on a pink plastic eggcup, just this old suitcase. I mean, who uses suitcases these days anyway? They've all got wheely things.
I know: grin and bear it! Ha ha. What a life.

*Paddington Bear was the subject of a popular series of children's books by Michael Bond, dating from 1958.