London. 2021. Waterloo. Sandy and her bestie, Karen, had been hiding under a dark blue, heavy-duty tarpaulin under the railway bridge at Lambeth North for four hours. They’d brought two thick groundsheets with them this time and something to eat and something to listen to. The rain had threatened to ruin their carefully planned operation but had held off thankfully, and the two of them were much warmer and drier than they had been the last time they had stolen onto the tracks to paint one of their New York-subway-inspired masterpieces. The walls of the new-build offices that looked out onto the rail tracks offered the street artists an unbelievable opportunity to show just how creative and fearless they were. These new occupy-by-the-hour creative workspaces had been going up quickly, and t
