England is a great country. One of my favorites, though 90% of my times has been spent in London and my ventures to other areas are scarce and limited. However, if I were going to relocate somewhere, London would be at the top of my list. I was there in May 2012 at the tail end of a drinking tour that started in Ireland (beer), went to Scotland (scotch), and ended up in London for the Queens Jubilee right before the Olympics. Amazing city. Amazing 24/7 party the entire week I was there.
You can find some of the most naturally beautiful women in the world in this city. (In addition to Norway, Sweden and Germany) By naturally beautiful, I am mean as nature intended and no reliance on make up or plastic surgery. Pure British women can be drop dead beautiful. The men? Not so much. (Not that I find any men to be beautiful mind you). Overall, the citizens are very laid back and polite in general. You can always spot the Americans in the city because they are the ones always in a rush. You can always spot the Canadians in the city as well because they are the ones wearing black socks and sandals.
About the only thing that annoys me in this city (besides the Muslims) is any time there is even a hint of sunlight, the parks are instantly packed with a mass of pasty white vitamin D deficient bodies that looks like a gathering of gothic Twilight fans. All trying to soak up the meager rays of sunlight that apparently got lost on their way down to the French coastline. One thing about British appearances is that once "a little" starts to go, "everything" goes. Those wobbly sacks of milk colored flesh also usually sport teeth that make you think of a shark due to the fact they are never in a straight line and appear to be the kind that shed and regenerate in a back to front pattern. Combined with a bald spot that seems to be mandatory upon your 16th birthday and you have to wonder how these people ever get laid.
I have only been exposed to the hooligan element in small doses. For which I am thankful. These are the only lads I know of that can get in a fight, take a beating to the face and the injuries actually improve their appearance. Saying the word "soccer" within ear shot will cause a meltdown that you haven't seen the likes of since the Nazis opened the Ark and the ghosts came flying out. The cheap warm beer along with the humid warm weather seems to turn these deadbeats into a pack of monkeys that just escaped from a Sex Addict Anonymous meeting. Humping up against anything that stands still long enough, dropping their pants to show their ass (which due to the fact it is solid white and pock marked all over this is where I assume we get the term "mooning" from.) and pissing anywhere and everywhere. And those fucking football songs. 3 or 4 lines repeated over and over and over...
The city has some of the best arts and theater in the world if you are into that. (I am). Overall, you can't really bitch about a place that gave us Winston Churchill can you?
