No fish and chips. No Jaegerschnitzel. Not a single store without the "Halal Meats" sign. Restaurants serve only kebabs, falafel, and pizza (halal, of course).
Lines of young Arab men at the entrances to all the railway stations, waiting to group-grope any woman who's not in at least niqab, if not the full-on burqa. Any man who objects is beaten by a crowd of Arabs, then hauled away by the socialist appeaser police. Everybody is unhappy about this except the Italians, who can fake it and get in a free grope.
All the bars and pubs have been replaced by tea-and-hookah lounges. You can only buy a beer from a shady-looking guy in a long coat hanging out in an alley.
All children are forced to study the Quran. The girls all have to wear burqas, and the boys all have to wear cheap, cheesy polyester shirts and crappy jeans. No, wait. . . maybe that's the Italians.
It's hell, I tells ya. Briddin ain't getting out a second too soon, and we gotta build a wall on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, or it's curtains!