Hooligan Brexiters now offer a mad, dystopian future nobody voted for | Simon Jenkins

A hard Brexit would entail years of chaos. But no deal would be far worse, whatever Dominic Raab says

I was awakened by the bedside radio coming to life, leaving me briefly lost between a bad dream and reality. Two BBC World Service reporters were calmly discussing a nation gone raving mad. Its food needed stockpiling. Medicines were running low. Ports were jammed and motorways were turning into vast lorry parks. Foreigners were fleeing, care homes emptying of staff, fruit lying unpicked. Where was it?

Then, through my slowly dawning consciousness, someone called Dominic Raab started talking about bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches and writing 75 “technical notices”. Meanwhile the prime minister was off to sell child pornography policing in Africa. What nightmare was this? Surely not 21st-century Britain?

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