The occupied house at Sweets Way/Sweets Way Resists
On Wednesday I got a phone call from my friend Liam. He's the kind of person who can usually be found making the tea on the front line of an important struggle somewhere or other in the world. When he gets in touch, it's rarely dull.
24 hours later, I found myself wandering into a cul-de-sac in Barnet. “Wait till you see it”, Liam had said. The Sweets Way estate is a former army barracks, and you can tell: a regiment of brown bricked homes standing to attention, their rectangular windows peering out below tipped beret roofs. The first house on the corner of the estate, though, breaks the uniformity: it's festooned in banners. As I arrived, a tall, skinny man with a hoody and his back to me was photographing the effect: Liam.
