I always had great fun living in London, I miss the place. Spent a few years living round Kensington, Knightsbridge, Oxford Street. Great fun! But now when I go back the noise really hits me. You don't realise just how quiet it is in the sticks. But when I go, all my old pubs and clubs are there so I can have a fun night.
DLR is great fun, especially if you get to the front except you may have to shove a bit as everyone has the same idea!
The whole time I lived in the West-end I only went to one musical! Did plenty of rock gigs though. So, what I was really hoping for, was a bit of culture. Something where if you are sitting around with people who have a penchant for berets and reading the play reviews, you can say "ah yes, I saw that one, twas an ironic post-modern portrayal of the human condition and our ability to shift polarity under times of stress, if ever I saw one! So passé!"
I can't speak for the East-end (other than the Docklands) but I never really saw pavement boxing. Seems to be a lot worse outside of London, I know a guy who was walking down the street, a drunk girl came up and shouted at him, so a big bunch of drunk guys beat him up. "We don't loik you'm ginger'uns roond these 'ere parts!"
Seriously, brawling seems to be affected by 3 factors:
1) How far from London you are
2) How much the local accent differs from RP
3) Newcastle
As each increases, the likelihood of a fight also increases. I believe there is a town called Newcastle in Australia, if my theory is true they must all just kill themselves and beat each other with the corpses!
Someone once told me "you're going home in a f**king ambulance!!!" Now, I don't think he thought that through. After all, it's hard enough to get an ambulance to hospital. I doubt the overstretched paramedics have the time to be giving lifts home to people. He should have said "You're going home in a f**king Volkswagen Passat!", as that was the type of taxi I went home in.