The number eleven skirts the city of Birmingham, the 11C clockwise, the 11A anti, taking in all of its great suburbs as far from the blandly redeveloped city centre as you can get without ending up in the wider conurbation. At two hours 45 minutes long it’s one of the longest bus routes in Europe, and if you stop on you can go round and round again.

On the eleventh of November we’re inviting anyone with an interest to spend eleven hours on the eleven bus starting at eleven am in “Birmingham: It’s Not Shit’s 11 11 11” (yes I know there’s four elevens there really, but even the alliteration starts to drag after a bit). The rules are

* Get on the 11C at 11am (or as near as dammit) on 11/11.
* Get off the 11C at 10pm — 11 hours later — (or as near as dammit) 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).
* 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.

bounder not here that often

Turns out other people have 'em too!

Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace

no thanks

Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on

..and it sounds a most royally unpleasant experience. Everyone come to Droitwich and meet me instead. In the pub, not on a fucking bus!

Although best of luck to you. Maybe you'll make a nice web thingy out of it.

it kept making me think of this lyric

plentyofants more ghee, vicar?