Today I got the chance to hang out of the door of an eleven, point to one while grinning inanely and even do the “jazz-hands/camp jesus ta-da” motion of posing in front of something that every local paper requires for it’s photos. TWM had let me borrow a bus for some publicity photos and we (well I say we it was a proper bus driver) parked it just outside Acock’s Green Bus Garage.

I’m not on this one, I haven’t seen the photos yet — probably won’t until they hit the papers (despite my exhibitionist tendencies I don’t really like looking at photos of myself).

It got to meet some of the people that look after the 11 — the bus is based at Acock’s Green — including Mark the area manager and found out that they have 40 11s on the road on any one day.

Most importantly they really like the idea of people spending 11 hours on the bus and even invited passing 11-11-11ers in for a cup of tea on the day.

Don’t forget to sign-up if you’re coming, and even if you’re not you can help with writing the History of the 11.