I feel a huge wave of blandness heading towards the brick arches and canal walks, and mural scrubbing explosions. This could be the ultimate ruin of real creativity, gentrification with a gently conservative nod to the graffiti, just enough to turn it into a family friendly Peaky Blinders theme park, with spray painted faux sincerity, with coffee shops and gift shops and mid century recycled furniture by well known TV upcycle stars. I do hope it retains whatever is left of it's edgy wonder. I loved the area, and it's decaying unsafe vibe. Artists and creatives were there because no one else wanted the crumbling ruins and it was just about affordable. Now the prices will go up and the hurray Henry's will nibble their sun dried torfu faux caviar vegan canapes and sip their proseco pretending they are avant guard, and the edgy creatives of the future will have to look somewhere else. The old Sunday flee market has gone, making space for desperately needed overpriced executive luxury flats.