Interview: Britons Digging In For The Brexit-pocalypse

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While I was in the UK recently, I met my friend's new landlord, Malcolm. As a musician, instructor and volunteer in Oxford, Malcolm is apparently a person of many talents... including one that will come in handy if Brexit ever happens: he has a green thumb. He also has a spacious yard that's ripe for sewing all sorts of crops that won't be available so freely over the border, should the Tories go for a No Deal 'deal' with the EU.

"England might be the most corrupt country in the world," Malcolm sighed, speaking with me as he and his friend Martin worked hard on their 'emergency' vegetable garden in the backyard. With benefits being cut and the UK next in line to become a 51st state, the country could indeed be in for some very lean times. Fresh vegetables could even become something of a luxury item - but at least one person has got that aspect covered. Now I only have to worry about everyone and everything else going to seed, if the Brexit happens.

My friend Julian did have one concern about his housemate's new garden, though: "How's he planning to fend the neighbours off?" he laughed. Well, maybe this will help deter them:




Check out the rest of Malcolm's interview in this 4-minute mini podcast:



The alt right piece that I refer to in the interview is called Poisoned Fruit in the Walled Garden and it can be found here.

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