If anything I’m terrified.

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Heard yer da’s got the stocks out in case the immigrants arrive

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Anyway I ask for a Rioja “a…?” A Rioja. Dusty old bottle comes out. It’s appalling. This pub serves PINTS, and RACISM. I just know. I need to leave. I need to go back to my chickens and ducks.

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I ventured to the pub in this village. 30 minute walk. I should have known from the cars parked outside, one of which is a giant old Landrover with a Union Jack embossed in the back windows.

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So I walk in, and it’s like that moment in a western where it goes quiet. Just full of men, and these are men who definitely have *opinions*. Fleece gilets. I’m looked at like an alien. “I’m from lahdan, I werhhk in mahhhhketing”

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