Rant. London, My London 😪 The decline and decay of London is really happening — and honestly, it’s depressing to see. I’m a born and raised Londoner. I’ve lived all over the city, worked in even more places, and spent time in pretty much every corner of it. I know this place like the back of my hand. The good, the bad, the weird, and the wonderful. It’s my city. I love this place. Sometimes I hate it but that’s the relationship you have with your hometown, right? You’re allowed, init. But right now, it’s not just a love-hate thing. It’s grief. I feel properly gutted watching it go downhill like this. And it’s happened fast. You blink and everything’s shifted. On the surface, London might still look the same — the skyline, the landmarks, the rush — but underneath it all, something’s cracked. The edges have frayed. The soul’s gone a bit cold. Take a proper look. Step out of Zone 1. Or even just walk home instead of getting the Tube, and tell me you don’t feel it too. Homelessness is everywhere now. Central London at night looks like a rough sleeper’s encampment. People in sleeping bags lining the shopfronts. Tents under bridges. There are actual communities of men living in parks, tucked away in bushes, under flyovers. Even on bloody Park Lane. You know how mad that is? Park Lane used to mean Monopoly money and five-star hotels. Now it’s tents and people defecating in bushes. Crime’s gone up and no one’s even shocked anymore. It’s like we’ve all just got used to it. You see someone blatantly shoplifting, and no one bats an eyelid. No one does a thing. Even security guards just watch — maybe film it, but that’s about it. Because what’s the point? Nothing happens. Fare dodging? That’s just standard now. If you pay full price for your travel, you’re the mug. That’s how it feels. People on public transport are aggressive. And London’s got a whole new soundtrack these days: click-click-click — the electric whir of stolen or unpaid-for e-bikes flying past you at 30mph. No helmets, no lights, no fear. Just balaclavas and Deliveroo bags, weaving through traffic like it’s a video game. Phone snatching’s so bad they’ve actually put warning signs on the pavement. A rape is reported every single hour in this city. That’s not just crime. That’s a full-blown crisis. Graffiti’s everywhere now even on the bloody Tube. Littering, fly-tipping, mattresses dumped on pavements, bin bags split and spilling into the road. It’s like no one gives a toss anymore. Because why would they? But it’s not just the stats or the mess. It’s the feel of the place. London’s never been soft and fluffy, we know that. We’re not known for our warmth or random chats at the bus stop. Its not our culture. But there used to be… I don’t know. A buzz. A pride. A bit of mutual respect even in the chaos. Now it’s like everyone’s angry. Everyone’s done. Everyone’s ready to snap. People shout in the street more. Not in a funny or eccentric way I mean properly shout. Road rage, arguments, people squaring up on the pavement in broad daylight. There’s a tension now. Like the whole city’s just one bad day away from boiling over. The youth? I don’t even know anymore. What are they on? Everyone’s filming everything, trying to go viral. And the ones who aren’t? They’re in gangs, or selling God knows what, or riding round like little stormtroopers on those e-bikes, balaclavas up, middle fingers out. And what’s with the begging at traffic lights? That’s back now. People walking between the cars, hands out, knocking on windows. That went away for a bit, but it’s crept back in like everything else. Even the little things feel off. Like queuing. I know that sounds silly, but queuing for the bus used to be a thing here. Now it’s a free-for-all. No order. No manners. Just push and shove and eyes down. We’ve got weekly marches now. Pally flags everywhere. And yeah, everyone’s got the right to protest but if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, it can get tense fast. I've felt it. Then there’s the delivery riders. Hundreds of them, lined up like a fleet, just waiting. Whole streets now are taken over by them. Outside chicken shops, outside new-build flats. It’s like the city isn’t for people anymore it’s just a giant service hub, run by apps and scooters. And honestly? It’s all starting to feel like a WALL-E-style dystopia. Men sitting around drinking in parks all day, kids filming fights for clout, adults too burnt out or scared to intervene. Shops are either boarded up or they’re the same five things repeated on every high street: vape shop, barber, offie, phone repair, repeat. Even Oxford Street looks dodgy now. And you know what I mean. You walk past shops that look... off. Knock-off signs, no clear branding, stock that looks like it fell off a lorry. It's not just me being nostalgic it’s genuinely changed. And I know people will say this is just how cities evolve. They’ll say I’m being dramatic. That London’s always been rough. That this is just a new era. But no. It’s not the same. This isn’t just a gritty phase. This is decline. And I know it’s not just London. It’s everywhere. I’ve been out of town. The rot’s spread. But London hits different. Because it’s my home. I don’t even know why I started writing this. I guess I just needed to say it out loud. Because I walk these streets and I know I’m not imagining it. Things have changed. And not in a good way. I’m old enough to remember when “change” meant progress. New buildings, better services, more opportunities. This isn’t that. This is backwards. And it hurts.