Being different in London

What I like in London is that people can dress however they like and nobody will comment in the streets about that (or worse, shout at them).

One evening I was going to a party in a club and on Regent Street I saw a bunch of happy girls, all dressed in pyjamas and wearing fluffy slippers. Some of them were holding teddy-bears. They made my evening. I couldn't stare because being stared at is something the Brits hate (if I believe what I have read on the Internet once).

Last Thursday I was in the tube station waiting for my train and there were two women dressed as witches. One of them had a greenish face which stroke me as odd, because I am used to see women with orange faces (thanks to the tanning beds). So - orange, yes. But green? I was thinking maybe green is the new orange. But no. They were heading to a Halloween party, I decided. But nobody was whispering or laughing behind their back. Maybe everyone else has an opinion, they like or dislike the way somebody is dressed, but nobody makes you feel uncomfortable in the street with loud comments and laughter. In Western countries I think they accept more the fact that people are different, so they dress different, they have different haircuts, hair colours or no hair at all. On the other hand, the herd spirit is found here as well: all women who wear their bags on an erectile arm to give just one example.