My name’s Lee Jones, and I want to kill myself.

I was due to be in Edinburgh for 4 days, and also had plans to venture over to Glasgow for 3 days after. Tessa, a friend from back in Scarborough is now living just out of the centre in Leith with her partner Ben, and they kindly offered to let me stay round theirs while I was supposed to be working in the city.

I arrived around lunch time on Thursday, and took myself for a little walk. I stopped in Costa for a brew, and despite not having a massive love for Edinburgh I started out with the best intentions by throwing up a post online asking for recommendations on what to do during the days I was free. I was gonna be there for 4 days, so had to make the most of it. And genuinely looked forward to scoping out some of the places folk had sent me.

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Steve Rawlz Photography

Steve Rawlz / Steve Rolt, a former student of Edinburgh Napier University. You’re getting a blog all to yourself.


You recently subscribed to my Patreon for a few days, which was adequate time to acquire the passwords to my exclusive content before leaving without paying. This itself isn’t uncommon, but what got me was after a little digging, you’re supposed to be a photographer. You should know then, along with the models we work with, just how hard it is to do what we do and get any sort of income from it (and it’s not like my photo blog isn’t free for all or anything).

Except you’re not really a photographer, are you?

Not only are you a detestable entitled moron that deems it ok to steal content for your own personal seedy wank bank, you actively take models for granted.

“He came to one of my agency studio days, was super fucking creepy and took some of the worst pictures of me of my entire career”

“He was such a fucking creep. He tried to take sneaky photos of my underwear and made me so uncomfortable”

You’ve also been described as an “old, balding, sweaty heavy mouth-breather”. What a way to fight the creepy photographer stereotype… you utter shit fountain.


Keep the money you owe me. Being able to warn models away from you is enough.

Photo Tour pt.4: Mods vs Rockers vs Hippies, Edinburgh

I have an odd relationship with Edinburgh. The relentless tourism drives me insane, and while the architecture is beautiful, it’s just like York on steroids. And filled with even more wankers.

I don’t hate the place, I just dislike it. Sort of playfully, and sort of not. I enjoy being there but I enjoy not being there more – Maybe I’ve just been spoiled with the time I’ve lived in Glasgow.

I mean, Edinburgh really offers some incredible views…


Right, so we hitched to Edinburgh. We were picked up on the outskirts by Grant, our host for the next three nights. He replied to Jazz’s tour plans and offered us a place to crash in exchange for a shoot and he’d even gone all out and arranged a networking night for a few models and photographers to gather at his home studio. Neat. Continue reading “Photo Tour pt.4: Mods vs Rockers vs Hippies, Edinburgh”

Photo Tour pt.3: Hitching to Edinburgh

Leaving Gateshead at 9am was interrupted by breakfast, a last minute shoot, and a lot of rain.


By midday it slowed somewhat so we chucked our gear on us backs and got gone toward Edinburgh with a cardboard sign that simply read ‘North’.

The first hitch was the hardest of the trip so far, it took almost 2 hours to get picked up and it was raining and cold. The amount of drivers that ignore you usually isn’t too bad, it’s when they start giving you the finger that it’s irritating as fuck.

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After almost giving up, and being shouted at by an unhelpful woman over the petrol station tannoy, we ended up waiting on the actual slip road to the A1 where a bloke eventually pulled up and offered us a ride.

He worked in IT and loved his job as he got to travel around and not be confined to one office every day. He dug what we were doing, and went out of his way to help us out which was lovely. He dropped us near Morpeth where we waited by the A1 for another ride. It was much colder there, but the wait wasn’t as long as a woman travelling to Alnwick with her 14 month old baby stopped and let us jump in. Considering the amount of people warning of hitchers, the trust this women showed in letting us ride with her and her small child was genuinely lovely.

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At Alnwick we waited under a bridge taking shelter from the rain and a man in a white van with a real intense stare caught our eye as he passed but drove on. I noticed we were just by some services so we took a walk in there to try our luck with some lorry drivers. The man we saw in the white van was by the side of the road, so we went up to him. He was Romanian and his English was excellent, he asked where we were going and said he’d take us the rest of the way to Edinburgh but we had to hang back ten minutes to wait for his boss to switch vehicles and leave.

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We went for a piss, grabbed a couple of snacks and headed back. He told us to jump in. We did. And that’s when we noticed we were riding with a coffin. Marvellous.

This bloke had a real enthusiasm for life. He was absolutely wired, despite having being driving for 19 hours or something. He told us all about the history of his country because he struggles to sleep and just reads up about these things. It was interesting, but I was exhausted so was mostly politely nodding on trying to keep up. If he noticed, I don’t think he cared. I think some people just enjoy the opportunity to talk on long drives.

He was a real interesting character, and hinted at a very questionable past, yet we weren’t uncomfortable. We chatted history, cameras, technology, coffins…

In no time we were just outside of Edinburgh, where we were dropped at a garden centre and waited for Grant, our Edinburgh host, to come pick us up and take us back to his flat.

I’ma try and get the Edinburgh trip written up at some point today too.

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Save Movement Scotland: Become a Pig Lover

I headed to Edinburgh on Monday to get involved in some vegan activism. Holding up informative placards, distributing fliers, engaging in conversation with the public, and offering free vegan food as demonstration for cruelty-free alternatives to pork.


I found it pretty interesting that this tour is financed by the European Union (allegedly costing £1.5 million) to tour Europe and promote pig corpse as “top quality food” all the while “respecting the environment” and the “welfare of animals”.  During my time there the bus had no customers, and I’ve since read that there were no customers throughout the day with them even sending staff away within the first few hours.

Yep, £1.5 million well spent.


What bugged me the most was their “how are we not going to like an animal that gives us so much?” spiel. Nonsense like that don’t hide the fact the pig actually gives us nothing, we take its life.

Their website – Pork Lovers Tour – is atrocious and their social media support is pathetic. I tagged a couple of photos with their official Instagram only to find it has 4 followers.


Admittedly I didn’t talk nearly as much as the others (who did an excellent job) as I’m not that much of a talker. I observed, listened, and spoke when spoken to. This was my first time actively getting involved in street vegan activism, I was pretty surprised at the amount of support we had. The support from the public was lovely, and even the folk who chimed in with obvious lines like “but it tastes so good” stuck around for conversation, and actually left taking it all a little more seriously.


There was one guy, though. Smug, shouting “we’re the top of the food chain, y’know!” in passing with a grin on his face unwilling to stop and chat with us.

Well, we’re not at the top of the food chain; but even if we were, we’d still have the choice.


Living in Glasgow: Week 1 round-up.

I figured I’d best dump a bunch of photos here along with a few words since I have now been living in Glasgow for a week.

At the moment, I’m crashing with my pal A.K who I met when I was living in Prague.


Tuesday to Thursday I mainly roamed about a bit of the city.

Photographing walls and the fronts of buildings is something I really enjoy, especially when I’m somewhere new and everywhere I turn here there’s something that captures my attention…

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