I'm back home after 8 days in Benidorm, and thought I'd share a couple of things with you all. Don't want to re-open up any discussion on things that have already been done to death, but think it's right that I should put people's minds at ease and report back on what I saw.
After we'd booked, some comments on here made me have second thoughts. I've been lucky to go 3 times this year (Feb, April & August) and each time the place felt very different. It certainly isn't dying, I just think it changes depending on the season and the people. Levante beach was busy, but not packed. I heard a few people say that because it was so hot, they prefered instead to be by their hotel pool.
This time, the Spanish massively out numbered the British. The hotels looked full. A good sign is always the number of beach towels hanging over the balconies in the evening!
I stayed at Riviera, but headed to the Old Town, each time taking a different walk through the town, there and back, to see what was going on. The bigger bars along Calle Genoa, and the Square were busy & lively. The British bars in the back streets tended to be quieter though and the town was very quiet during the day (probably because of the heat). There was more of a family atmosphere rather than the Brits on the p*ss that were there in April. It felt really good, and safe. I never saw or heard of any trouble, or fights, although a few cases of Brits having too much and making a scene. Contrary to what has been said, the area around Morgans/Riudor is not a no-go zone. I walked by quite safety at various times of the day and night. I saw only 1 pea-man, and he was running away from some approaching police. No one offered me drugs, and no hookers offering to show me a good time. (They either just weren't about, or they knew they were barking up the wrong tree). I'm sensible about personal safety having previously had a failed pickpocket attempt on me.
The food was good, the beer was cold, the temperature was blazing. I vaguely remember strolling back along Levante prom at 3am last Saturday and drunkenly declaring to my other half that I hoped that when I die, heaven is just like Benidorm. December can't come soon enough.