The Urban Gallery: Smethwick and the City Centre.

Travelling back from Oldbury on the bus this morning, after a successful business meeting with Malthouse Engineering, I was sitting upstairs on the 87, experiencing the world of urban psychedelia in action. The alternatly vibrant and faded colours of Smethwick crammed together like a vivid kinetoscope, flickering before my very eyes. The soundtrack to this film was supplied by the young man who had awarded himself the status of top dog at the back of the bus,  the tinny sounds of hip hop straining through his smartphones jolted and stuttered with the buses maneuvers. I sunk into a reverie and let the unfolding scenes wash over me, my daydreams punctuated by the incessant screams of a young baby on the bottom deck. Screaming for its mother all the way down the Dudley Road to the City Road until Spring Hill, where Tescos is conjoined with the church.