On the eleventh of November a disparate group of psychogeographers, artists, bloggers, photographers, bus drivers and babies spent eleven hours on Birmingham’s number eleven bus starting after eleven am. There were rules. But not many. The rules were:

• Get on the 11C after 11am on 11/11.
• Get off the 11C at 10pm — 11 hours later — on 11/11.
• You can get on and off the bus as many times as you like (don’t spend more than an hour off bus at one time).
• Document your journey; photos, film, writing, cross-stitch, knitting, amigurumi, poetry, blog, twitter, however you like.
• Meet up with others as mad as you, if you want.
• Record everything here — or on your own space and link us up.

The idea is that a snapshot of the real Birmingham from a number of different people will emerge, one that’s unedited, unspun, and unwashed. Circling the city will force the gaze inward, focussing our attention exclusively on our municipality. It’ll also freak out the drivers, who normally expect passengers to have a destination in mind.

The work of the travellers will be collated here. When we’ve had a kip.

The last video from the bus:

Thanks muchly to everyone who supported, took part (for however long), cheered from the sidelines, or just put up with the constant stream of nonsense generated.