By Andy Blackmore The theft of art from public spaces may feel like a painfully middle class problem to despair on, but it affects us all, writes Andy Blackmore Somewhere between incandescent apoplexy and unreasoned rage, there is a sweet spot where anger is almost primal. Before I know it, I’m acting like a rabid dog and barking at the moon. The cause of my distress? A trend for the theft of public artefacts. Thrice now I’ve been brought close to tears by thefts from public spaces, and at the risk of sounding so insufferably middle class, I do despair. The first theft was disheartening, to sa…