Charlie Bushmeister from The Single Dude’s Guide took a trip to London and was rather underwhelmed:

On my last trip to London I had a small apartment off of Brick Lane, in the Shoreditch neighborhood, which is Ground Zero for London hipsterism. Arriving by taxi on a Friday night at around last call, the street was a total chaos of sloppy drunks, with no cops to deal with the street fights and girls peeing in the street. Occasionally someone would think it was a good idea to rock the cab side to side as we waited for room in the street to inch forward.

Why are the English such a bunch of obnoxious sloppy drunks? In all my years of traveling I have seen more embarrassing and annoying drunk behavior from English people than of all the other drunks of the world combined, excepting the honorable-mention-worthy contribution of the Aussies. The men are well known for their drunk soccer hooliganism and stag parties, but an under appreciated percentage of bad English drunks are in fact the girls, who have no problem getting super drunk, screeching at each other, having emotional meltdowns, and squatting in the streets. These girls, when drunk, make even the American girls look classy in comparison.

Undeterred by the trip in the taxi, I went out the following night to sample the local nightlife. There, I found the following scene: packed bars with expensive drinks, slime on the floors, very few hot chicks, and sketchy African/Middle Eastern/Paki/Bangladeshi dudes lurking in the shadows everywhere.

The English girls there were pretty disgraceful – fat, badly dressed, not pretty, and possessing some real attitudes of superiority. It was really hard to even get the time of day from one of them. On the rare occasion that I did manage to engage one in conversation, it felt like quite an accomplishment, until I realized that I would never have even looked twice at her when I was in Bulgaria. Quite simply, London girls have their claws out and are not worth the effort, at the bars at least.

Not that I blame them for having their claws out in a scene like that, however. The male to female ratio is quite high in London bars, and a high percentage of the males are sketchy looking foreign dudes who all stand together on the outside of the circle without talking and stare hungrily at the girls. They really look like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on a lone sheep that strayed too far from the herd.

That was another thing I noticed on this trip to London: the percentage of actual English people there is quite small. Certainly English is not the the most common language heard on the street these days. Indians, Pakis, Banglis, Africans, even French and Spanish have been coming to London lately to try to find economic opportunity. That Mohammed is now the number one name for boys in the UK really becomes apparent just by taking a brief stroll down the street. As a result, there are a lot of poor immigrants and not much community cohesion. This is why there were those riots in 2011 in London and other British cities, and there will surely be more to come. With all the poor people and such income inequality in London, the city is a powder keg and one of the last places I would want to be trapped in the event of the breakdown of the social order.

London is dangerous even when people aren’t rioting and causing sales of baseball bats and riot gear to skyrocket 6000% on Amazon.com. The UK has the highest violent crime rate on the EU and that rate is also worse than the supposed “super dangerous” South Africa.

As I’ve mentioned before, I lived in London for a few years during my time in university. And I had a pretty good time while I was there. For those who love history, walking, and beautiful summer weather, or rocking out to the world’s greatest heavy metal bands, there is no place anywhere on Earth that can rival London.

Here’s the weird thing, though- Charlie is absolutely correct.

The malaise that afflicts the entire Western world- the disease that we call modern multiculturalism- has landed with a particularly severe effect in London. What Charlie describes is a summary of everything that you will see on a trip anywhere outside the really posh bits of London- the tourist attractions and the wealthy parts of town, basically. I spent a lot of my time cycling through London- one of the world’s best cities for doing precisely that- and I vividly remember the radical differences between wealthy bastions of white privilege, like Kensington and Bayswater and Islington, and crapholes like Hackney and Brixton. London is increasingly being divided into racial and ethnic swamps. The City area, near Docklands and Bankside, is still a very nice place to be, but during my last visit about 4 years ago, I was surprised and even shocked to see just how racially divided the city had become.

The globalist elites will insist that there is nothing wrong with this, that a “melting pot” can work despite centuries of evidence that it does not. They insist that untrammeled immigration, often from third-world East European nations or from Islamic nations bent on exporting pan-Islamisation, is an undeniable boon to the world. It is not, and only now are the ordinary people of Britain waking up and realising this. Large parts of London, such as Marble Arch (if I remember it correctly) and large sections of the Southwest are becoming rather like the banlieues of Paris- heavily Islamised, populated by Pakistani immigrants, who are every bit as insular and parochial in London as they ever were in their own country, who marry only within their own clans and who have no desire whatsoever to assimilate into mainstream British society.

I also found his comment about London clubs to be rather striking. I personally have always hated the club scene. You wouldn’t find me within 100 feet of most clubs, ever. And the place where I picked up this aversion was in fact London. The one time I ever went to a club, in nearly 3 years of living there, was on a birthday with a female friend of mine (with whom I have since dropped all contact, for various complicated reasons). I did not enjoy the experience at all. It was exactly as Charlie paints it- lots of sketchy-looking guys of Eastern or African origin, and lots of ugly girls with a sprinkling of reasonably attractive women.

His comment about English women is particularly striking. The archetypical “English Rose” is rapidly disappearing. The women that I remember best from my time there- long before I understood the first damned thing about women, which is why I failed so completely and so miserably with them- were all of Eastern European, German, Asian, or Indian extraction. English women were generally non-entities during my time there; they just couldn’t compete in looks, elegance, or feminine qualities. And I’m most amused to discover that indeed, they still can’t.

He’s also dead to rights about the cost. The fact is, London is an extremely expensive city. I’m going to be there in a few months for a long-overdue trip to see some dear old friends, and I’m already cringing at the cost. If you have money to spare, it’s not too horrible, but if you don’t, it’s a city to avoid. I enjoyed my time there, overall, but that’s because I occupied my time with walking, cycling, and studying, rather than going out clubbing every night. Because I was there on someone else’s dime, I hated spending money, so I never took advantage of half of the attractions that London has to offer, which meant that I enjoyed my time there rather less than I would have if I could have done whatever I wanted without thought of the consequences.

If you are of university age and want to study somewhere where you will really enjoy yourself, spend your first year in London- and then leave for somewhere saner and cheaper. I spent my first two years in university housing, which was great- very cheap, very convenient, and very easy. The moment I had to leave and live on my own, though- Time of Suckage. Everything was expensive, even basic groceries like milk and bread, and even if you save money by cooking on your own (and I did a lot of that), you’ll still end up paying through the nose for the ability to do so.

If, however, you are looking for a place to live and work, then London is not the place to be. It’s absurdly expensive and tax rates are truly ridiculous; the top tax rate is near 50%, and that’s before you add on the 17.5% VAT and the exorbitant cost of living. Better to go somewhere in Eastern Europe or Asia, where the cost of living is low, the women are beautiful, and the tax rates are sane (or at least, less insane– as far as I’m concerned, the only acceptable income tax rate is zero).

Bottom line: pay heed to Charlie’s warnings, and understand that London is no longer the great city it once was. Decades of multiculturalist, feminist stupidity have rendered it an expensive, dangerous, and complicated city that most men should avoid spending too much time dealing with.