There’s a front garden near to where I live in south London on one of those unfortunate corners where the prevailing winds conspire to collect every piece of litter that blows along the street and deposit it in a single cursed spot. A tide of Monster cans, flyers and disposable vapes ebbs and flows around the feet of a few leggy hybrid tea roses in their bare winter guise. But take a closer look and you’ll see technicolour spider webs festooning the branches. Look again and you’ll realise they’re net bags of the type you might buy clementines or lemons in. Shredded plastic bags in rainbow hues, styled and positioned with
