Hello and welcome to yet another episode of Red Hacks, that show about journalism, socialism, and being a journalist in a neoliberal world.

I am Joanna Romero, your humble host, and my guests have now been too many to mention in this introduction,

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This time we're doing things a little differently.

I'm recording without our sound engineer, the ingenious J.A. Pinto,

although by the time you're listening to this, he will have worked his magic on this episode.

Instead, I've traveled to our guest's own studio, which I think is pretty fitting,

as we'll be talking about podcasting, starting your own media, and hanging out with your mates in a basement. Today's guest is no other than the British Left's favorite class clown, the comedian, writer, and trash future host, Riley Quinn. Riley, it's so good to have you on Red Hacks. I can believe you're on my show before I've been on yours since we originally met on

the basis that you wanted to have me on Trash Future. Indeed. Well, we'll make sure we fix that

soon. You know, usually I like to ask people how they got into journalism, but with you, I thought

it would be really interesting to go straight into Trash Future and then we can weave your own

story from there. So the Trash Future podcast started in July 2017,

and it was just you, your co-host, Milo Edwards, and fellow funny man Charlie Palmer on some

very lo-fi mics. Tell me about the inception of Trash Future. What brought these three dudes together

to make a podcast about, quote, how the future is trash.

Well, okay, God, that's a lot. I think we still have that terrible mixer somewhere hidden in

this room. But let's see. Okay, so I was doing stand-up comedy in London, sort of as a hobby, because I was feeling quite directionless, like I needed some kind of creative outlet.

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