Practicing - To Take Over The World!

Bwah-hah-hah!
     I've been rather lax of late in practicing to take over the world.  You know how it is when you have a hundred-and-one things to do - eavesdrop on NATO, sneak around in the Kremlin, obtain fissile material for the nuclear howitzer warheads - a world-dictator in the making has a lot to do, and you can only trust minions so far -

Minions: The Awful Truth
     Yes, unfortunately if they are trustworthy and loyal then they are inevitably dim.  "Dim" as in a dirt-encrusted-5-Watt-at-the-end-of-it's-life-bulb dim.  They have to be hand-held and micro-managed, which is time-consuming and counter-productive, although having a hundred minions is a status-symbol in the evil heriarchy.  If they are intelligent and clever (not the same thing) then they are inevitably scheming behind your back about how to stab it at an opportune moment.  They have to be watched at all times, and their hands held to ensure that there's no knife, which again is rather draining, although being able to say "Yes, Igor here electronically emptied the bank accounts of everyone in Dibden Parma into my Swiss account."

Proof, were it needed, of the "loyal but stupid" theory

 - enough of minions!  Pay attention to Conrad, not his lackeys and lickspittles*!

The Long-Delayed Wargame
     Conrad hasn't actually started playing it yet - steady on!  Only a couple of months have gone by, we don't want to rush it! - but he did set up the table and indicate where the Italian forces get placed, and where their artillery registers.

Getting ready.  Almost there.  Nearly begun ...

Layout done

           He might even get to placing a unit or two on the board tonight, in which case there will of course be pictures.

The Deed Is Done
     Yup, all the bodies have been buried.  

Or is it just one big body?

     Or, perhaps, it is indeed the burial site for a mighty giant - that dig is about a hundred yards long and ten yards wide, big enough for a Transformer or a Pacific Rim Jaeger**.

Licence To Loon
     As you must certainly know by now, gentle reader, the one piece of modern technology that Conrad regards with hatred and suspicion is the mobile phone.  He would much rather have two tin cans tied to a string than a mobile phone, especially since you could use them as an improvised bolas to tackle criminals whilst out -
     - yes, well, Conrad - no like mobile phones.  Another thing struck him today as he sternly watched a young lady walk by, smiling broadly and chattering away to thin air.
     Now, back in the day, one knew to give raving loonwaffles a wide berth, and they were easy to spot - they had a vacant grin across their face as they gabbled wildly into thin air.  Today, with Blackberry, you really don't know where you stand.
     Conrad is bothered.

Conrad deep in conversation with Mister Hand, yes.  But in private.

The Swiss Air Force
     I bet you never pause in your daily life to wonder how the Swiss Air Force operates, do you?  Don't be so parochial.
     First of all, they have to know how to fight in four languages, "Swiss Air Force" is "Schweizer Luftwaffe Aeriennes Suisse Forze Aeree Svizerre Aviatika militara Svizra", so they must use very small print or very large aircraft to fit that lot on.
     And where does the Swiss Air Force live?
     That's right!  In caves!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcgHgKID2f8

     shows you more than you need to know.
     What Conrad wanted to find is the video showing aircraft being hauled out of a sub-surface bunker through an aircraft-shaped gap in the floor, before being rolled out of the cavern doors.

A Swiss Air Force jet emerges from it's cavern.  No, hang on a minute ...

*  What a ghastly term!  Any minion of mine had better keep a respectable distance between themselves and my spittle.  Besides, it's dangerously toxic.
**  Why not just shoot the giant alien lizard monsters? With great big guns?