B29, or is it?
Lovely psychogeography from an bunch of B29-ers, in which they took slow slow wander around the edges of their postcode. They feel attached to reppin’ their endz, but someone obviously does not:

On the eleventh of November 2009 there happened a pyschogeographical epic. A window of eleven hours to complete a circuit of Birmingham’s number eleven bus.
Lovely psychogeography from an bunch of B29-ers, in which they took slow slow wander around the edges of their postcode. They feel attached to reppin’ their endz, but someone obviously does not:
Not quite as much as these Suttonians tho’.
Tags: B29, Birmingham, postcode, psychogeography
