31.1.05 | World Of Pumpkin!- News for Pumpkins Everywhere (Headlines)

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(Theme tune begins now
... er NOW!)
(Dadadada, dadada, dadada Daaa-DA!)

Good evening! Welcome tooo-

Wooorld of Pumpkin! (News by for and about pumpkins everywhere!)

Tonight on World of Pumpkin we bring you the latest news about pumpkins the world over. But first, these headlines:

The Pumpkin has landed
News just coming in: That pumpkins have reached Mars for the first time! The high-tech spaceship Pumpkin 1, piloted by Commander Squash Neilstrong and navigator and cup-of-tea maker Buzz Pumpkin, touched down earlier today around about tea-time (Meaning Evening meal in local dialect). And Commander Squash is reported to have made the first shuffle on the orange planet. His first words, which will be remembered for all time were: "One small step for pumpkins! And then another."
"Ey up- It's a bit dusty out 'ere, Buzz! An' i don't think much o' th' weather, neither! Better put us a cup o' tea on for when i get back in. Ah don't think i'll bi stayin' out long... unless yer fancy a game o' footy, like?"

More later...

Pumpkin Party Continues!
As the annual Pumpkin Halloween Party reaches it's 93rd day and still shows no sign of stopping, we have a special on-location pictorial report by Cucubita Gourd and ask "Just what is it that makes pumpkins such party animals, and wild for shennanigans?"

Below: Several cartloads of funseeking Pumpkins excitedly await their unloading into the party field

Below, a crowd surfer dives into the frenziedly dancing crowd as the headline act of this years Pumpkin Halloween Party, The Mashing Pumpkins continue into the 92nd day of their encore.

Also as government reports continue in the rise in binge drinking and it's associated violence, do we really want to see scenes like this:

vomming pumpkin in the Pumpkin Patch? (Answer, yes, obviously. It's traditional!)

Arts: The art world was rejoicing today, at the unveiling of the renowned artist, Van Pumpy's latest work "Da Sunflowers". Critics were heard to exclaim in wonder, "They're almost orange!"

Below: Van Pumpy, strolling around in his Patch yesterday, possibly having a crafty fag. Behind him: Some of his models. Probably.

Van Pumpy!

Fashion News: Is neon the new "orange"? Will neon replace the candle in the affections of fashion conscious socialites?
No. As if!

And that concludes World Of Pumpkin headlines today!

Competition up next! Yaay! More Pumpkin Stuff. Probably.


  6:27 am :. Blogger Dani hollered thusly:

I love it! hahahahahaha

  12:03 pm :. Blogger The Prisoner hollered thusly:

you sir, are a genius.

  3:06 pm :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

LOL ROFLMAO LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  9:09 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

this one made me smile this morning, and anyone who knows how i am in the morning knows that i am not smiling!

  10:10 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

You said shenanigans... :D

Very funny. I now find pumpkinds cute. ~worries about self~

  2:54 am :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

Ew, that vomming pumpkin is pretty gross!!

  6:44 pm :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Yeah, i'm awesome, aren't i?



Pumpkins are nevah gross! They're cute and fun. And, er, wise.


  8:33 pm :. Blogger Starbuck hollered thusly:

Pumkins scare me.

But not as much as The Saturnyne...

  9:16 pm :. Blogger natalie biz hollered thusly:

that is all.

  9:43 pm :. Blogger Dani hollered thusly:

Who invited these guys? They look like a tough bunch.

  1:05 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Yaay! Fear meeeee!

Blameh, Dani! It looks like a chapter of the infamous Hell's Pumpkins and their beyotch hangers-on.

The Hell's Pumpkins are notorious for their frenzied tea-making exploits! And rolling. Down hills. But Fast!

Yee-haa! Oh to be a rebellious Hell's Pumpkin!

and a big "Bwahahaha!" back, to the Bizgirls of the world!


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29.1.05 | Bugger!

Don't ya just hate it when ye've got loads of blogging ya want to do, and then can't find the time?

Grr! And a bit more Grr!

I shall post asap!




  4:08 am :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

Woot, so where did all the time go?

  2:27 am :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

I hear ya brother. Amen to that.

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19.1.05 | What Soul Are Yoouuu?

You Are a Visionary Soul

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

It's all lies, of course. What i really got was "Ars Souled: "You are An Ars Soul." Not only is that the epitath they will put on yer tombstone... but they may also add; "Continuously Ars Soled on vodka at the midweek Pumpkin Disco's, too. AND a complete slacker! Your very existence upsets all the laws of physics. The only good thing to be said about you is that you have brought together both scientists and theologians in demanding you be punished for crimes against reality. Just be thankful we don't mention the onanism! Oops!... sorry...""

At least i think that's what it said...

Hmm... speaking of Pumpkins... Next up:

Grand Pumpkin Competition! Plus! Other Stuff! About Pumpkins! Yaay! Thrills For Everyone!


  3:56 am :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

Ars Soul - hahaha!

Apparently I'm a Warrior Soul. Maybe...

  3:56 am :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

apparently, i am the retrospective soul:

"The most misunderstood of all the soul signs.
Sometimes you even have difficulty seeing yourself as who you are.
You are intense and desire perfection in every facet of your life.
You're best described as extremely idealistic, hardworking, and a survivor.

Great moments of insight and sensitivity come to you easily.
But if you aren't careful, you'll ignore these moments and repeat past mistakes.
For you, it is difficult to seperate the past from the present.
You will suceed once you overcome the disappoinments in life.

Souls you are most compatible with: Traveler Soul and Prophet Soul"


  2:49 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

Me too!

Being a visionary soul that is, not an ars soul.

  3:39 pm :. Blogger Princess Potty Mouth hollered thusly:

I miss you too... ars soul

  12:56 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

"...It takes love, to make you think there could be a Heaven. It takes love, to make you think there could be a Heaven. It takes love, to make you think there could be a Heaven..."


  6:21 pm :. Blogger Starbuck hollered thusly:

Hmm... Warrior Soul. Weren't they a piss-poor metal band?

Anyway, I'm a Visionary Soul as well. Ni-ice.

  8:18 pm :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

A piss-poor metal band? ExCUse me! The Warrior Soul is truly adventuresome and unafraid of battle!! ;)

  10:20 pm :. Blogger Carl hollered thusly:

Dover, my colour ranges from cream to white and like most flatfish I'm best served poached or steamed.

Although I may have been to a different site.

  8:06 pm :. Blogger Dani hollered thusly:

I grow and sell pumkpkins. Here is a pic of one I grew last year, with my foot on it for scale. :-) Ain't it the coolest?

  4:08 pm :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Awesome pic, Danielle!

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16.1.05 | Grim Awakenings (Subtitle: We're Gonna Die! We're ALL Gonna Die!!! Bollocks! What a Pisser!)

.............................With A


So. Tell your friends. Ask them to tell their friends, and their friend's friend's. Tell your family. Tell everyone you meet! And if you or they can think of something that we can all do to prevent this, do tell me.... I really like our little planet, and would hate to see it wasted. God!- It'll end up looking like Mars!


So. What's for breakfast? And who's up for Sunday morning biscuits and coffee and a bit o' pash!?!


  5:37 am :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

it's really scary, and with industrial america working under little constraints (thanks, pres. bush!), it's only gonna get worse. this world needs to work together to save the earth for it's future inhabitants! that is a mighty frightening report!
breakfast! i'll be there (only, i'll be a day late). i'll have some tea with milk instead of coffee if that's ok. and, even after 3 trips to england (never been to your part, tho), i don't know what pash is, but i'll try (just about) anything once.

  5:59 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Hi B!

um... pash = passion = hot looove.

Hee-hee! Ya sure ya still want pash? I'm sure that man o' yours would be most unhappy at my borrowing yer like that!

So, in the nature of fairness and 'onour, i must, MOST regretfully, decline yer offer...

*wistful sigh*

  6:39 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

Ask people to take responsibilty for their environment?
Don't talk soft lad.

I like the theory that humans came to Earth after we trashed Mars.
And people wonder why other lifeforms won't contact us...

  7:00 pm :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Fair enough... soooo, what about the pash?


  9:09 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

I have a coldsore.. :(

~sends you a virtual pash~

  1:47 am :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

oh, goodness. no, i don't suppose chris would go for it! about the most i could get away with would be to send you a completely platonic computer hug. :)
funny, i figured 'pash' would be some sort of breakfast treat (well, i guess it could be a breakfast treat, but i was thinking in the food sense). i was thinking it might be some fancy eggs or maybe something potato-y like hasbrowns. i was way off on that one!

  3:36 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

B, yup. Ya sure were. Good thing i'm an "honest" gentleman!

(Although that wasn't always the case...)

"cold sore", eh? No problem, i have the Pox. An' leprosy. I'm sure i wouldn't notice any small disfigurements through them... hee!


  6:52 am :. Blogger onanymous hollered thusly:

Glad you're back.

Could I settle for some nice hot chocolate (the real stuff please, what some shops here call continental, if they have it at all, i.o.w. dark chocolate melted into milk, and no messing about with powders and water and ... deep breath) along with rusks (the homemade kind if possible)?

Sorry about that. It is grey and rainy and cold outside. Fine for weekends, baaad for Monday mornings.

Oh, and thanks for the link. :)

  8:36 pm :. Blogger Darkchild hollered thusly:

Ha! I catched one of your birds Mr Saturnyne!! :D


Sorry I haven't been here for a while...
But I'm back now!!!

Hahaha, yeap we're all gonna die ^-^


  4:09 am :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Well good morning, Mary Sunshine!

  12:31 pm :. Blogger Woman at the well hollered thusly:

Sorry not to be able to join you in your misfortune. I just came back from paradise (it really exists!) and, besides, I´ll be travelling to Rio de Janeiro within a week. Rio is packed with tourists at this time of the year, ready for Carnival and the temperature (allow me to mention) is 40 degrees Celsius. I have great news that I´ll tell you later. Life is long, my friend.

  12:32 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Wow! Rio, eh? Sounds delicious. Yes, ya must tell me all about it when you come back. looking forward to hearing from you.



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13.1.05 | Troubled Sleep

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.The Saturnyne Sleeps Uneasily

...................The Saturnyne Sleeps. Uneasily..


  2:35 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Follow the links above...

*he said sleepily*

  10:04 am :. Blogger The Prisoner hollered thusly:

the world is descending into chaos and oblivion as we speak, and what do most people worry about?

Prince Harry's Nazi costume and celebrity big brother.

we're all doomed

  8:03 pm :. Blogger Starbuck hollered thusly:

Don't tell them Pike.

  12:27 am :. Blogger stella hollered thusly:

now that is why I read gossip magazines instead of newspapers... i tend to think alot less when I do ...

oooh ... pretty colors btw...


  3:22 am :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

according to folks around here (rural tennessee), the end of the world is nigh and jesus is on his way here. ya'll better get your souls right with him or you'll be cast into the depths of a fiery hell.
(you could read that and think that i am making a joke, but i'm not. people are really saying that.)
i've gotta get outta the south!
on a more serious note and regarding the post, my mind is boggled. global news is overwhelming me these days. the world is in a scary and sad state.

  9:59 am :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

Aye, his return draws near. Lol.

Nice arrangement of links btw, I like it. Even if it appears to be desperately laced with the need for sleeping pills.

  10:29 pm :. Blogger Janey hollered thusly:

Sweety, remember you are MUCH loved.

  3:41 am :. Blogger Dani hollered thusly:

I first saw this post and thought... "Neato, look at all them pretty colors! Looks like my old Lite-Brite!". But now I'm just depressed.
That one cartoon of the chimp was sooooo accurate, though.

  4:15 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

But will you let that shake you awake?

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9.1.05 | The Saturnyne Is Sleeping Awhile...


"Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone."


  2:57 pm :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

Oo. Whats this? Looks like Dream taking a nostalgic stroll through Destiny's gardens.

  4:57 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

But if I am you, who will be me?

Is this the end?

  7:39 pm :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:


But i'll let you know when i come back. It won't be forever.

Goodbye and much love.


  1:22 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

I thought i'd better add this so no-one worries.

I won't be gone very long. Days, as like as not. I just need rest. And sleep. I promise to tell every one of you the moment i return...


  5:25 am :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

sleep and refresh...sweet dreams to you.
we'll all be here for you when you return.
take care you!

  11:10 am :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

Ah there you are. Come back soon. xJ

  11:34 am :. Blogger SingleFin hollered thusly:

I've seen that picture before somewhere... what is it?

Have a good snooze S, dream us something fun!

  3:55 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Sweet dreams, dear Saturnyne. Sweet dreams.

  5:32 pm :. Blogger stella hollered thusly:

'Show me, Show me
how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream' she said
'The one that makes me laugh' she said
And threw her arms around my neck
'Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you'

Soft and only
Lost and lonely
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream

...just like a dream...

  9:14 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

That was beautiful Stella...

  9:14 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Oh and I mean I know its the Cure...but well timed is what I meant.

  9:15 pm :. Blogger Teufel hollered thusly:

Even Dracula needs to rest sometimes, doesn't he? Hey, good luck, and try to find all the rest you need.

  5:17 am :. Blogger me hollered thusly:

Ah yes - come back soon, or we'll have withdrawl. First Tam - now you, I don't know how to cope...

and thanks for the comments on my blog while i was away - it's nice to see that someone other than my boyfriend reads my blog still :)

  12:49 pm :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

*offers a hug*

  10:26 pm :. Blogger Janey hollered thusly:

The pic is Daniel, incarnate as Dream from Sandman 'The Wake').

Take care my love, and mail me if you need virtual hugs.

  10:37 pm :. Blogger Janey hollered thusly:

pps...I love The Cure's Just Like Heavan too...

'Spinning on that dizzy edge, I kissed her face, and kissed her head, and dreamed of all the different way I had to make her glow. Why are you so far away, she said - oh won't you ever know that I'm in love with you. That I'm in love with you."

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7.1.05 | Ye Views Of Ye Olde Harle Syke (As Shot By Ye Olde Saturnyne)

Harle Syke. My home. A Lancashire mill village-cum-suburb of the Township of Burnley. A fabulous community once. Pissy now. Symbolic of all that's going wrong with England Land. No-one looks out for each other anymore. The youth torments the old. But still there's sunlight to shine in the darker places. All too rare, perhaps. But there. The stacks you see in the pic below are all 150' high and were all once part of cotton mills and the like... there used to be nine or so in this area, so you can imagine the hive of activity this place once was. Not much cotton produced around here now...

I'm a Syker. I was born here. In this very house. I'll probably die here... just for completeness... a life mandala... although, i have things to do first...

Speaking of death-No mouthy blood today! Seem to be ok. But will pass on details if anything changes. Anyone wants gory doctor details please e-mail me or msn me for my privacies sake... thankee!

This first pic can no longer be replicated, as all this area is quite overgrown with super-duper trees today, the saprolings you see are now over 4 metres high now... and half the space rocket has pissed off... god knows where. Space i guess. Probably an alien landing pad all these years. Probably half o' 't Syke is an alien entity, planning domination of... of... well, i'm not sure what there is left to dominate around here... the local mini-market? The milk rounds? The chewing gum strewn pavement around the bus stops? The pension queue at the post office on Thursdays? The four pubs and/or off-license (always popular with the aliens, that)? Or mebbe the bowling green? Yeah, that's what it'll be- them aliens want to play bowls!

This is all true, by the way... i've seen the people on the next street, and i swear they were hatched from pods!

The Harle Syke Stacks and Church Spire

This next pic is a more detailed look at The Church. St James's Church of Loveliness And Being Nice To People. I once had a life-or-death struggle in this very churchyard! Only stopped when the Rev. Hallam remonstrated with my "Bitter Foe" and i for using his rhubarb as swords.

St. James Church (My home is about umpty seconds to the right. Less than umpty if you run!)

These pics were pulled out of the rat for countless people: Certainly one was B and another was Stella, and yet another was mr Boldface

love to you all


WE seek her here, we seek her there. We seek the lovely Tam everywhere...


  10:38 am :. Blogger supergood hollered thusly:

How tall is 150'? Not in terms of metres or anything, but compared to some famous architectural feature that I can reference it against?

  11:41 am :. Blogger The Prisoner hollered thusly:

wow, you have landmarks and everything, all we have is the big fuckoff power station over the river. can you say eyesore?

  3:47 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

wow. That is a beautiful place if those two pictures were any indication. Keeping in mind that nothing in America is too old yet. I love to see things that have been around for a long time. How old is that church?
Can I come visit you?

  6:39 pm :. Blogger Darkchild hollered thusly:

Beautiful pictures once again!!!

It seems like you live in a quiet place to me...
Am I right?


  9:20 pm :. Blogger stella hollered thusly:



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  11:57 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

oh, lovely pics!
how neat that you live next to that old church. i love old churches, especially ones that have really old gravestones and pretty gardens.
and funny about the cotton mill. i never expected england to have cotton mills (don't ask me why). there are a lot of cotton fields in rural parts of alabama, too.
thanks for the pics! :)

  5:10 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Heya Supergood! i'm not sure what to compare the stacks to, so: They're smaller than The Empire State Building and Godzilla. And larger than kittens. Cute kittens. Yeah! Perhaps the church picture might give you some perspective... it's a pretty small church and you can see it's spire in the first picture...

Heya, Rob. Landmarks? Pshaw! Heh!

Cece, me dear. You and Roy and childs are welcome to drop by for food anytime. (I know how you Texans love food). but Harle Syke is NOT as pretty as these pics might suggest. At some further point i'll show you the grittier side of my home

D.childs! Heyyy! THanks! You can be the president of my fanclub anytime. Yeah, Harle Syke can be kinda peaceful, but there's also noise, too. And a certain lack of prettiness in many places.

Stella! You're BOTH welcome! You can also be president of my fanclub.

B!!! Fanclub. President. Yer in. Heh! But The North-West of England has in the past been renowned for it's cotton weaving industry. And without the slavery, too! Not saying that the workers weren't taken advantage of, though. I'm sure they were.

It all started to go downhill with the struggle for independence in India, though. While i'm glad that Mr Gandhi achieved his country's freedom from English Colonialism, the weavers in this area were hit hard by cheaper Indian cotton. Gandhi, even visited. Although he didn't arrive in my own modest township, he went walking on the moors above nearby Blackburn, which is near here. Amazing man. Gandhi.

I don't live quite next to the church, though... there's a row of terraced houses inbetween... all built for the mill workers... Oh, i forgot to say!- One of the mills is a working museum now! It's verr interesting. You could probably find it in a google, if ya either type in Harle Syke.. or more specifically, Queen Street Mill. Good luck finding...


  7:33 pm :. Blogger Starbuck hollered thusly:

Well, I'm very jealous of your vicinity. Its lovely up "your way".

But you'd probably be jealous of my own leafy Warwickshire abode as well...

  12:36 am :. Blogger stella hollered thusly:

The Saturnyne Fan Club is now Open for membership.

Feel free to pour some Love. Accepting compliments. Ego petting hours. Reminders of how adored he is...

I did already. Twice.

  1:11 am :. Blogger boldface hollered thusly:

Hey Saturnyne, well it took a long time for me to drop by and take a look-see at these pictures, but I'm so glad I did!

They bubble up through my ventricles a most powerful sense of Blighty's glorious communal past... those distant lands of apple theivery, muddy puddle stampery, cotton bonnet losing, and short tweed speedoffery!

Thanks for the strength of your creative conviction.

  5:19 pm :. Anonymous Anonymous hollered thusly:

I like your pics of the "dark satanic mills" (as an old weaver acquaintance used to refer to them) from down the rec' - looks like the mills are overrun by giant grass.
Don't remember the vicar cultivating rhubarb, though ... mmm. Sure it didn't come from the plots? You start out as a rhubarb raider and then it's a slippery slope and you end up as a tup rustler or worse.
Carry on bloggin, lad!
Ex-patriate Syker
(And you are probably right to say that all Sykers are from another planet. It would explain a lot.)

  6:06 pm :. Anonymous Anonymous hollered thusly:

My "if not alien, then definitely weird" theory is confirmed:

"A Syker is a character who has developed powerful psychic abilities [Deadlands]... The exception to this are Sykers who developed "wildly", that is, they came into their powers suddenly and have received no training."

Did we but know what living in Harle Syke would mean...

Yours, again,
Ex-patriate Syker

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6.1.05 | Band Fanwankery (as the prodigal Tam put's it). *grins*

"Oh look! That nice Mr Saturnyne is gonna talk about his favourite band again. Shall we move on to the next blog until he calms down/stops being boring?"


My call goes out to all U.K. and European visitors to this website (all 6 of you! Heh!)

American Music Club are performing here in Europe this very month! Come and see Mark Eitzel sing about the utter desolation of fragmenting love, bereavement, alcoholism and pain, not to mention loathing. Come and see Mark have a nervous breakdown live on stage! Watch the most underrated and oddball guitarist of our times in his sidekick, Vudi. (The other guys are pretty fucking awesome, too!) Marvel!- that here is a singer who lives and breathes his songs, and who, will bear his wracked heart, and further, will practically destroy his voice for your pleasure! Oh, and the lyrics.... *swoon*

There was another band who had a comeback this year. The Pixies were good. A.M.C. are fucking better. And they released a brand new album to go with the comeback. I didn't see the Pixies doing that, did you?

Also, A.M.C. have made the most beautiful love song ever, in Western Sky... So there! I rest my case.

Here's the tour dates:
And if anyone's interested, I shall be hopefully attending the one in Manchester, sunday 30th. If anyone fancies going to that, let me know, and i'll meet yer there... i might even have a ticket spare for you, if i'm told early enough...

Mon, January 17
Netherlands, Amsterdam - Paradiso

Wed, January 19
Netherlands, Rotterdam - Rotown

Thurs, January 20
Paris - Café de la Danse

Fri, January 21
Belgium, Brussels - AB Club

Sat, January 22
Belgium, Gent - Handelsbeurs

Sun, January 23
London - Islington Academy

Mon, January 24
Brighton - Concorde2
with Trashcan Sinatras
Box Office: 0127 367 3311
on-line tickets

Tue, January 25
Cardiff - Clwb Ifor Bach
box office: 029 2023 2199

Wed, January 26
Bristol - Fiddlers
box office: 0117 987 3403

Fri, January 28
Ireland, Galway - Roisin Dubh
box office: 00 353 9158 9202

Sat, January 29
Ireland, Dublin - The Village
box office: 0818 719 300

Sun, January 30
Manchester - Academy3
box office: 0161 832 1111

Mon, January 31
Liverpool - Academy Rooms
box office: 0151 256 5555

Wed, February 2
Glasgow - King Tuts
box office: 0870 169 0100

Thu, February 3
Sheffield - Leadmill
box office: 0870 010 4555

Fri, February 4
Nottingham - Rescue Rooms
box office: 0115 958 8484

Sat, February 5
Birmingham - Academy
box office: 0870 771 2000

There's a live streaming audio and video for those with a little speed in their internet connections here (Note, it requires Real Media Player to play. There's a free version somewhere on this site)


PS. Tam, where the effin' 'ell, are ya? = (


  12:14 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

thanks for that link- i had not heard their stuff. i don't have a half hour to watch the whole thing (have to be off to work in a bit), i'll see the rest later.
i'm already impressed with the first song. super lyrics!

  2:36 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Gotta check the link now. Be right back...

  7:15 pm :. Blogger Darkchild hollered thusly:

Hehehe, they're even coming to the Netherlands twice!!!
To bad I can't on both days...


  9:42 pm :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

Good work with all that linking.

I'm seriously considering starting a BRING BACK TAM!! campaign. It would consist of leaving comments to that effect on every blog in her blogroll, plus a few similar posts from people such as yourself and me. Whaddya reckon?!

  9:50 pm :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

Oh, and hey, well done for fixing the comment-on-post-pages issue! *applause*

  4:13 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Well Jessie, i don't know that she's gone anywhere. Although she hasn't posted anything new on her blog for several days... and no major post for nearly a month, i have been in contact with her over this period... until a few days ago... Then she just vanished on me.

I don't know if she was pissed at me (she wouldn't be the first. Or last). Or if it's something else...

I DO know however, that her blog today looks different in IE. So perhaps that's something positive; After all she's been working hard on getting it to look good for weeks now. Perfectionist, y'know... and i rather think, on reflection that our conversations were distracting her from this task...

I just wish she'd said something. *Sticks tongue out at Tam when she reads this*


  10:13 am :. Blogger Jo Hubris hollered thusly:

I wanna go see AMC. Do people over there actually listen to the music when they go see a band, or do they just stand around drinking like they seem to do here?

  7:31 pm :. Blogger Starbuck hollered thusly:

I second the missed-ness of Tamara. Hers is (was?) the bestest blog around. Sigh. Sob.

As for American Music Club, I bought one of their CD's on the cheap years and years ago. And I've not got round to listening to it yet. Not once. Am I a bad person.

I'm sure I'm gonna love it - I sort-of saw them in a tent at a festival a decade back and fell in love with the music, in a slit-my-wrists-now kind of way. Sigh. Sob.

  3:42 pm :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Well, normally, Jo, when people go see AMC, it's all about reverence. People stand there watching, calling out for favourite songs... there can be quite a lot of interplay between Eitzel and the audience. He doesn't suffer ignorant fools gladly, though... i once saw him get so annoyed at some woman's repeated requests for a song that he unplugged his acoustic, strode to the front of the stage, gave her a withering look and played the most deliberately awful version of the song! Right in her face! Stupid bitch probably didn't get that he was mocking her, though... I've also seen him storm off in a terrible mood, when he didn't think he was getting enough respect. ALSO seen him getting carried away with the ironic rock posturing and knock himself off the side of the stage with his guitar, as he threw it up in the air. The blood was everywhere! Hit him right on the forehead, it did.

I'd be dead happy for you if ya ever get to see him or AMC...

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4.1.05 | Um, i don't like to ask for advice, but...

So, lovely blog-person...

Ya wake up seven days in a row with oodles of yummy-tasting blood in yer mouth and no obvious reasons for said blood...

On the 8th day, there's none... or very little...

Would ya still book an appointment with the doctor on the 9th day?

I have felt very tired and run down recently, but am thinking this is due to my insomnia and a few other reasons, like anxiety...

Not sure what to do. Doctors or not doctors? Dentist perhaps? Wait and see?

I'm so indecisive about these things... i hate being a bother when there might be nothing wrong.

Sometimes i wish the whole world would just fuck off and let me sleep. These sleeping tablets are a waste of fucking time... doesn't matter how many i take, if sleep won't come, it won't...

Yours apathetically



  7:28 am :. Blogger supergood hollered thusly:

Hmmm, well the presence of blood is one of the few exceptions to my no doctors rule. So doctors it is. Just in case it comes back. Or you start peeing blood or something.

Or coughing it up, that would also be bad.

  10:45 am :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

To the doctor's with yeu! Just to save you another week pondering if you should go or not.

*gives you a good thump on the back* Take care yeah?

  11:52 am :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

You waited SEVEN DAYS to make a doctor's appointment?!

  12:13 pm :. Blogger Zen hollered thusly:

I am a registered nurse, and although I really can't tell you what might be wrong with you, I would guess it is either something dental, or more likely (if your gums aren't bugging you) it is gastric reflux of a bleeding ulcer. The bleeding could cause you to be anemic, causing you to feel tired, run down, and have trouble sleeping. If it were due to gastric bleeding it could potentially be life threatening, because the majority is probably going through your digestive tract, and so the bleeding isn't as obvious. If your bowel movements are dark, that is also a sign of that. I would recommend going to a doctor...they can check you for anemia and these other things I mentioned, and if it is only a dental concern, they can refer you to a dentist.

  12:18 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

please take care of yourself and see the doctor! :)

  12:54 pm :. Blogger The Prisoner hollered thusly:

go to the docter dammit! it would be most inconsiderate of you to die on us!

  3:44 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Go to the doctor. NOW. Please?

  7:55 pm :. Blogger stella hollered thusly:

Hey Sat, I'm quite absolutely terrified of MD's, myself, but if I could, I'd take your hand and go with you on the doctor visit anyways... =)

Be safe and well mate!



  8:26 pm :. Blogger Dani hollered thusly:

Get your ass to a doctor and stop f#cking around, young man. Don't make me come over there! >:(

Seriously... I agree with the nurse (was it Zen? I forgot already). If you are waking up with enough blood in your mouth to notice it, seven days in a row, it is very likely an ulcer that's causing it.
Being that I don't have insurance and medical costs are outrageous, I don't go to a doctor unless I'm close to death, lol. That said, I still urge YOU to go.
Please take care of yourself.

  9:01 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

Going on the assumption that this is your own blood, to the doctors with you, better safe than sorry.

If you've started having allergic reactions to garlic and crucifixes, then I think you're past help.

  10:19 pm :. Blogger Princess Potty Mouth hollered thusly:

Wow I really cannot believe that you have waited soooo long to make some sort of an attempt too see what the problem could be... To me it sounds kind of serious...
Make the appointment... if the doctor doesnt know what the matter is consult a dentist... soon... Blood is not something cool at all...
I realize too that I have not been online or home or even updated my poor blog it what feels like forever... I have seriously been just going... I miss talking and I hope that you are doing better soon... right now it doesn't seem that way...
In the meantime I send a hug your way... * wink *

Have a good one
Princess Potty Mouth

  2:31 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Right right. I hear yer all. Yr comments are all appreciated. I've made a doctors appointment for later today.

Will keep yer all informed as to my impending death or life and such... while i am not afraid of death, i have to say i am not one to lightly walk away from a relationship of any kind.... so, i'm most unwilling to leave behind all the people i've met via this humble blog... at the very least, i'm taking you all with me!

(Yee-haa! Wheer'es mah danged shooters!)

If it relieves anyones stresses, there was no yummy blood in my mouth today...

And Zen! Who'd have thought you were a nurse! Much respect and gratitude for yr knowledge... it (almost) goes without saying that your words more than anyone's have convinced/terrified me into action. *grins charmingly*

Lovely to see you appearing here again, Amanda... i'm looking forward to our next conversation with delight.

Bye for now dear peoples...


  11:34 am :. Blogger Astolath hollered thusly:

Waking up with blood in your mouth?

Hate to ask the obvious, but do you find sunlight painful and do you have an aversion to crosses, silver and garlic?

Hope everything's OK mate!

  5:45 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Funny you should mention that, but i haven't seen the sunlight in months...

Glad ya dropped by geezer, cos i lost yer website. And looking at yer profile, am able to drop in again...



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1.1.05 | Spinning A Yarn (Alternative Re-mix)

When to make the cut?


It's a ball of wool.

It's... symbolic! Honest! No really! And anyone who even remotely suggests that i am a dancing liar and/or am being too clever and obtuse for my own good, or even lazy, (even if it's completely true) i shall demand satisfaction of! Pistols At Dawn, all that jazz. (Note: The Saturnyne's rules of duelling: Pistol, the word herein/hereon/hereafter denotes the allowance allowable of any weapon up to the size of howitzers and other self-propelled artillery pieces)


Oh and i may, in a fit of pique, possibly delete anyone who even vaguely wishes me a "happy new year" in the comments. Worse, i may even reply with scathing and bitter sarcasm and ironic wit. Why stop now, just when i'm hating it?

It may be deduced that i didn't have a good start to the New Year. That would be most astute. Tchah! Night Life? I've had more fun sticking me hands in the plug socket. So let's move on, shall we? Admire my wool! Then admire my Pot Pourri below...

Or suffer the consequences!

Addendum Thing
While i might not have had a good New Year, it seems Some peoplehad a most entertaining one. Great Picture, Andy. Scary as hell, but great.


  7:34 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

don't feel bad, Sat. my new year came in badly as well. i had a few drinks, but wasn't feeling well enough to get drunk. i have a cold, and i think i made myself worse by forcing myself awake until midnite. i watched the ball drop on tv (woohoo) and then headed straight to bed. C fell asleep on the sofa early around 9pm. i didn't want to wake him (he would be cranky), so i got no kiss. i've been in bed off and on all day, but now i think i'll have a shower. C wants to see a movie and grab a bite, even tho i am unwell and in a horrible mood. he wins a cookie for trying to make me feel better, tho.
**big hug to you**

  7:58 pm :. Blogger onanymous hollered thusly:

I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery is particultaly effective and that the lack of depth-of-field not only accented the textural matrices, but also seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the photographer's compassionate soul.

(Are lightsabers exceptable?)

  11:23 pm :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

What a pisser, B! Feeling ill is a right misery. Hope yer feeling better enough to make that movie. Something with comedy, i hope? Laughter is always a big healer to me.

*hugs back


That is one of my most fave comments ever on my blog...

"compassionate soul" *chuckle*

"Light sabres"? Sure... hmm... i bet i'd still make the humming noise, even with a real one... it's just too irresistible.

But why stop there! Let's have Imperial Star Destroyers, too!

Yours with grinningness


  3:55 am :. Blogger Jessie hollered thusly:

My NYE was a rerun of the theme 'lose your illusions'. The cocktail of stimulants I had planned for the evening were a little thrown by the copious amounts of beer I consumed, and I didn't dance at all in spite of expectations. What did I do? I sat on a couch out the back of the bar and talked shit.

As a result I still feel like shit.

  2:15 pm :. Blogger Lizzy hollered thusly:

Awww poor buddy, hope the rest of the year goes fabulously then. :P

  1:16 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Oh it will, Lizzy, it will. THe only way is up. Up and away!

So let's move on, folks! I see more requests being filled on the next post. bollocksed if i know who for at the moment... but i think they're shots of this area... So i guess it's B... and some other personages... Danielle? Stella? No kimono pics, yet, Cece.. it's too flamin' cold for Kimono's!

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| The Spiders Garden

When Dave the Spider had his brief residency in my bedroom. I took great pleasure in making him feel as comfortable as possible whenever he came out of his little crack in the wall.

Such as providing him with a little pot-pourri garden to roam around in at night.

Oh i never saw him taking advantage of the thing, but i like to think of him sitting comfortably there, taking it all in. Mebbe smoking a little pipe and putting his little feet up. Inhaling those heady pot-pourri scents as he comfortably contemplates his next fly luncheon...

Traditionally, New Years onset is a time for remembering those we have lost, as much as for celebrating life and renewal. I shall be spending my day remembering several such people...

The Spiders Garden


  7:39 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

i can smell the flowery sweetness...
whatever happened to dave the spider?

  2:19 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Last i heard, Dave found himself a reputation as the Marco Polo of spiders, released a bestseller in the Under-Floorboard world entitled "Adventures Among The Twofoots", and proceeded to get outrageously and consistently drunk on flyjuice with the spider-money he made. Lives in a very big and posh web apparently.

Keeps the dosh in a spider-bank under the supervision of money-spiders.


  3:45 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Dang. Dave has it good.

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