I live in east London and have done so for 26 years. It is a very diverse community - my direct neighbours are of Pakistani origin on one side and Scottish and Peruvian on the other. We all get along well and, although we are not in and out of each other's houses and we don't usually socialise - apart from the odd wedding anniversary celebration or other special occasion, or a passing chat in the garden - we try and look out for each other. Because it is a fairly "settled" neighbourhood where houses rarely come up for sale, many of the residents have lived here for quite a long time. I think that helps create a feeling of belonging.
We live in a long road and obviously don't know many of the people living further up the road, though some we will chat to. I often think it would be nice to start a residents association so that we would be more aware of those - like the elderly - who might need a bit of help. But, like everyone else, we are pretty busy with child care and other family responsibilities and I don't think I have the time or energy to organise such a venture.
Londoners have a reputation for being unfriendly but I have not found that to be true.
When we lived in West Sussex many years ago, we had lots of friends and people popping in and out of the house every day. It was very nice at the time but I'm not sure I'd be so keen now. My son and his partner moved to the same area a couple of years ago but couldn't settle at all. In fact, they sold up and moved back here. I don't know if the town has changed or if they just couldn't adapt to the slightly parochial small-town atmosphere.
The most unfriendly area I have lived in was the north west. Our neighbours on one side were pleasant and friendly but those on the other kept themselves to themselves. We only knew two or three other families in our road and didn't socialise with them. I always remember a woman and her family who lived two doors away from us. She had lived there for several years and her neighbours were an elderly couple who they'd known for quite some time. One day, my neighbour told me that she'd heard that the elderly man had died suddenly several days previously. I asked how his wife was coping and she said she didn't know, she hadn't been round to see her. That seemed typical of the neighbourhood and I found it quite depressing.
We live on a long road and so don't know all the residents but