Prague: Day trip to Kutná Hora

Me and Desi took off to Kutná Hora for the afternoon.

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The train interior was beige and tan. It felt like I was riding a hospital waiting room.

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It almost feels strange being able to afford transport in other countries.

I think the return train (a round trip of nearly 100 miles) cost me in the region of £5. Comparing that to England, where my single train back from Gatwick into London, which took all of 30 minutes, cost me £20.

It made for a nice change, being able to travel somewhere AND afford to eat while there.

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We headed to the bone church (Sedlec Ossuary) which displays the bones of 40-70,000 people. Desi stayed outside. She’d been once or twice before, and said that’s enough for her.

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Once inside I understood why.

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Truth be told, I can’t comprehend the scale of it. Despite knowing it was awful, I felt nothing. I think I kind of just shut off, and looking at the photos now I still can’t process it properly.

It messes with your head, so I’m not surprised Desi waited for me in a coffee shop.

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Kutná Hora is a city east of Prague, though it feels more like a small town.

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Admittedly, not all small towns host gargantuan motherfuckers like this. So I guess it is a city.

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I should probably have written more about this place, but I’m a shit tourist. I just wander around quietly and generally avoid checking the more obvious things out. So yeah, we took a wander back through the city, grabbed some food, hopped on a small train back to the main train, and got gone.

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Prague: The Tic Tac Incident

I’d been drinking for a few hours and inevitably the time came for me to need the toilet. I’ve not drank beer in a long time, and all I knew right then was that I needed to piss immediately. My friend Desi was about to perform a striptease for a lass who’s birthday it was, but if I was quick I’d get back in time.


Making my way to the toilet, I noticed the queue. I wasn’t going to make it back in time.

The party I was at I didn’t know if I’d get back in quite so easily if I just went outside, and because the place was tiny there was nowhere to sneakily piss in a pint glass. So all that was really left was to wait. A lot of people were mangled and took their sweet time in the toilet. There was two doors, but only one was in use.

There was this bloke in front of me, and he had some woman attached to his face but she left which was a small relief in itself as at least I knew they weren’t waiting to have a shag in the toilet and that cut the queue time by about a minute or two.

He quickly introduced himself as Sid, with a massive grin on his face, laughing. He sounded English, but I’m terrible with pinpointing accents. We got talking, mostly about how much we both needed a piss and that we couldn’t believe the queue was so long, and then he mentioned needing MDMA or something and that he once had a party on a Nuclear Submarine. He laughed more.

I should have asked more about the Nuclear Submarine but I was mostly concentrating on not pissing on this bloke I’d just met.

“Tic Tac?”.

I’ve never been offered a casual tic tac in a toilet queue before, and I’d drunkenly convinced myself it was a funny shape and was probably some drug, so rather than pathetically hand back this singular tic tac I slipped it in my pocket when Sid was distracted and just pretended to take it once he was looking back at me. He was happy, real happy. He laughed a lot again. So I matched his enthusiasm assuming he was off it and that I was enjoying being off it, too.

Sid was next in line, he promised he’d be quick. He was.

I finally got into the toilet.

And then it happened, I pissed. I pissed so urgently that it actually hurt and I let out a silent scream. Then it was over. And I went back to the party having missed my friend perform.


I forgot about the tic tac until the day after and I found it in my pocket. Looking at it now, it does actually look like an authentic tic tac. And now I’m just convinced this bloke called Sid remembers me as this quiet Yorkshire bloke he met in a toilet queue that got real enthusiastic real quick about tiny mints. Brilliant.

Zackarias Branzell at The ACT Prague by Photographer Lee Jones

Prague: Zackarias Branzell

A particularly cool thing about crashing in a theatre space is that I get to scope out the performances, and last night I caught Zackarias Branzell’s standup show as his tour stopped off in Prague.

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I feel like it’s a while since I took some photos of a performance. So I grabbed my camera, ate way too many wasabi peas, and drank a few beers.

Zackarias accidentally convinced everyone he was vegan, and then walked in on me taking a piss later in the night. He’s just left and is currently touring, so go check his page out to see where he’s heading.
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The ACT Prague

I arrived in Prague last night to visit my friend Des and I’m staying for a couple of weeks in the artist community theatre (The ACT Prague).

I’ll inevitably post up a ton of stuff from the time I’m spending here, but this is just a quick post to say that if you happen to be in Prague on the 17th February then they’re hosting ‘Portraits with Lee Jones‘, and serves as an opportunity for you to be photographed by me.

It felt weird and uncomfortable and pretentious writing that, but needs must.


I’ll be hanging around from 11am-6pm and if you’re in the area you can book 30 minutes for a community friendly price of 100czkbook through the venue here.

I’m pretty excited to be doing this, so hopefully it’ll be a success and more than one person will show up.


Also, now is a good time to sign up to my patreon because I’ll be posting a ton of photos from here on there first before I get back home to even think about blogging everything.

Right, I’m out of here. This dog needs my attention.


Crashing Drones with Sarah

Yesterday I headed back into Scarborough to meet Sarah and we actually filmed content for a video she wanted making and some of the footage I was able to use to make a pretty dumb vlog with for my YouTube channel so you can view that at the bottom of this post.

I was also supposed to meet up with Robyn again and we were gonna go for another dog walk but she was called into work and by the time she’d finished the tide was well in so I think we’re gonna do something on Saturday instead.

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Yay Coffee was our first stop, for a couple of drinks and to assemble the drone.

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Rebel Radics at Indigo Alley

I’ve been meaning to meet up with my pal Sarah as we’re supposed to be filming for some project together, and I headed into town on Saturday to see her with a couple of cameras figuring that that’d be exactly what I’d be up to.

Turns out our next stop was the pub, and while I guess that should have been somewhat predictable my keeping on top of messages lately has been rubbish so I likely missed key details of the plans.

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I was pretty skint, so we opted to head straight to Indigo Alley rather than crawl along the numerous pubs on the way.

As soon as I got to the doorway I heard a dub echo from the soundsystem and just knew Dan was behind it. I’ve not seen Dan in a fair while, and it was rad to see he’s still well on with Rebel Radics.

He didn’t have his full set up, but the bass was still hard.

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There were a ton of balloons about and collection boxes for Alzheimer’s Research. I know Sarah is doing the Guatemala Spires of Fire trek for it, which involves trekking for 7 days over 5 live volcanoes and summiting the highest peak in Central America. Pretty mad.

Sarah is 94% funded, so if you have any spare change please drop some here.

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Dog Walking in Dalby Forest with Robyn

I used to go to Dalby Forest a fair amount as a kid, which makes sense as it’s not even a 30 minute drive away from my parents. I don’t go up there nearly enough any more, and I can’t remember the last time I was there when it was snowing.

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Since moving back to Scarborough I’m managing to hang with some people I don’t see all that often anymore.

Robyn picked me up in town after she’d done her rounds picking up various dogs and drove us to Dalby. Considering the weather, we got there surprisingly fast – We joked that her car might not last very long.

A couple of days later she messaged me saying that it had died. Hmm.

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