If there is ever an apocolypse leaving me dependent on personal agriculture, I’m planting nothing but squash. Until then keep it away from my backyard.
I always have some tomato cages ready as backup, because even if the corn is big enough to support the beans, a gust of wind can blow it all over.
Also, deer eat corn shoots. Damn you, deer. Damn you.
There's a farm somewhere south of London which does pick-your-own pattypans, and apparently at harvest time is overrun with South Africans, who evidently feel very strongly about them.