I put the 'psycho' in 'psychogeography', baby!

This week we learnt the rather interesting concept of psychogeography, the study of the emotional and psychological effects of our environment. This odd practice involves wandering through an environment with no pre-determined destination - just chance or coincidence to guide you. This is known as a "dérive" - which is French for "to drift".
In 1955, Guy Debord defined it as "the study of the precise laws and specific effects of the geographical environment, consciously organized or not, on the emotions and behaviour of individuals". (An introduction to a critique of urban geography, 1955)
An example of this can be to map out a route of London and superimpose it over a map of Paris and see where it leads you. The results are fairly unpredictable.
Our task was, either alone or in groups, to make our own dérive into Leicester and document the results. We were provided with a Flip camera for the project. I was in a group of four, with the lovely Kate, Kelly and Amanda. For our dérive we decided to purchase a day ticket for the bus, catch one randomly, roll a die, and whatever number the die came up with was how many stops we would wait before we got off and looked for another bus to catch.
The first bus we caught was from the city centre, obviously, and the die told us, after waiting quite a while for the bus to get moving, to get off after two stops. This took us to the train station where we found another bus stop and proceeded to catch the 54 and get off after 6 stops, which brought us to the middle of nowhere, where we waited for another bus for a rather long time. It was a rather interesting experience, particularly for the other three as they don't really know Leicester, having come from different parts of the country. I on the otherhand knew each destination we ended up in, due to living in Leicester my whole life. It was for this reason I became somewhat like a guide to the group. What I didn't predict was where our final destination would take us.
After catching the 38A and being told to get off after five stops, we ended up in my old neighbourhood, where my mum still resides. It was at this point I took control of the camera, though I had to briefly turn it off as I passed a school in order to avoid being mistaken for a child predator.
When I got to the bottom of the road, New Romney Crescent, I observed a stranger leaving my mum's house - and NO, I know what you're thinking - get your minds out the gutter! My mum wasn't in - obvious from the fact her car wasn't outside the house. I decided to see just who it was and it turned out to be a plasterer. After telling the man who I was I took the camera into the house, had a quick look around and then proceeded back to the bus stop. That was our last destination before we decided to go home.
This goes off topic a bit, but on the bus home the strangest thing happened, which we unfortunately didn't capture on camera; a flock of pigeons decided, quite unexpectedly, to fly right into the bus, making a dreadful noise. It was hilarious.
Thus ended our dérive.