Why Pyjamas = Evil

Here We Venture Into Both Politics And Current Affairs
So, if you want to run screaming from the room, hands over ears shrieking "LALALA NOT LISTENING" you are quite welcome.  I will, of course, discover who you are, track you down and mete out dreadful punishment - but it's your choice.
     Here an aside.  Hey, I waited for a whole paragraph!  Yesterday we made mention of an Armoured Personnel Carrier that some perspicacious citizen of Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell possesses instead of a car.  Conrad can only aspire to this; as a camouflaged alien spy, actually owning an FV432 would draw entirely toooooo much attention.  Art!

CAUTION!  No hand signals

     Of course you would get really rubbish mileage out of it when commuting to work.  On the plus side, it weighs 11 tons and will either shove that annoying boy racer out of the way, or drive over and completely destroy his penis-substitute-on-wheels.  Were the police to object to your behaviour, you simply go off-road and across the nearest river and Hey Pesto! home free.
     Where were we?  Oh yes, tanks.  Atom bombs and zombies to follow.
     Actually - 

"Dead Snow 2"

     An hilarious zom-com with a very high Tut-factor, above you see the zombies and the tank.  There is reportedly a "Dead Snow 3" in production, which - fingers crossed! - will see nuclear weapons included, in which case Conrad can die happy.
     I realise we have not even touched upon pyjamas yet: be patient, we'll get there eventually.

Patient being
(Whilst wearing eeeeevil pyjamas)

     Okay, you know that Conrad cannot resist a Codeword, that species of word puzzle where you get no clues to the crossword, merely a number for each letter of the alphabet and two numbered letters.
     At this point I should point out that the word "pyjamas" is derived from Persian (which would be Farsi today), being "Pay" for "leg" and "Jama" for "clothing", which has come down to us from the Urdu "Pyjama".
     And who, pray tell, has inherited the mantle of the ancient Persians?  Why, none other than those modern rapscallions the Iranians, who are possibly the only folk to look upon Alexander Meglos (or "The Great") with fear and loathing.

Ancient Greek tourists at play

     So, the next time you crawl underneath your duvet, clad in plaid nightwear, remember that you are helping to blow up the world.  Or something -
     - which, I'm sorry to say, is once again not what this Intro is about.  No.  Back, in fact, to the Codeword.  I shan't go into too much detail, or your will to live might be extinguished, just to say that we were given the letter "A" and "M", and O! what's this off in the corner?

     "_ _ _ AMA_"

    I got it in the end, of course, for am I not an awesome wordsmith?*  And what was it but "PYJAMA", which is surely chapter and verse in how the Iranians look to take over the world.  Or something.

More Of Obsessive Behaviour
As you should surely know by now, your humble scribe is a creature of uncommon focus, which other people call Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (but what do they know, the fools!), and to this end he has embarked on a challenge that ought to gainfully occupy/completely waste/kind of distract (delete where applicable) him for a couple of weeks.
     To wit: a 1,500 piece jigsaw. 

Yeah!

     Those few bits at the edges are the result of a good 20 minutes work, all 15 of them, meaning I've gotten 0.001% of the whole thing done.  Extrapolating from this, working non-stop, without eating, drinking or sleeping, it will take your modest artisan two weeks to complete it.
Damn Your Necrotic Eyes, Auntie Beeb!
Further to the above (you can tell I'm reading Dickens, can't you) I have a morning routine that leaves very little room for dawdling.  Basically, up, bathroom break, re-pimp the blog, shower, dressed and out the door.
     There is no time to hang around and peruse the headlines and byelines on the BBC's website!  NO TIME, CONRAD!

Conrad, up to something.

     Somewhat ironically, I did my re-pimping this morning and mocked myself on exactly this subject, and - you're waaaay ahead of me on this, aren't you? - there was a whole panoply, a plethora, even, of diverting and interesting news stories -
     NO TIME, CONRAD!
     I have gotten into work so early, though, that there is time to go and peruse now.  What are the odds that at the weekend, with no time pressure, the Beeb's stories instantly transform into a sea of bland nothings?

     Hmmm.  The Beeb's page is refusing to load and merely replicating yesterday's news, which is no good - where's that byeline about "The weapon that makes nuclear war more likely"???

Aha
Google has one of it's regular (and annoying!) animations present on it's front page, which appeared to be A Scientist From Olden Times consuming a hot toddy so potent it made his hair stand on end - which is also known as "Horripilation".**

     Curious, Conrad looked further into Friedlieb Runge, and the animation became resolved.  He was indeed an Old Timey scientific boffin, who identified caffeine as an element in coffee that gives it vim.
     So - it was COFFEE, not a hot toddy.  That'll teach me to leap to judgement.
     Okay, I take it back about the annoying animation, as I copied it - and it's still animated.  Not sure if this will persist once actually published.  We'll find out later, eh?

Finally -
Let us behold that noble herb Tarragon, which is more formally known by absolutely nobody as "Artemisia Dracunculus".  Art?

The herb in question

     The name has an long origin, mark you - back in ancient Greece it was known as "Drakon", meaning "Dragon", because obviously the first thing that comes to mind when you see it is an immense flying lizard spouting flames.  Then it became "Tarkhun" in Arabic, and then "Tarchon" in Medieval Greek, and finally to "Tarchon" in Medieval French, and then the herb we all know and love today.
     Goes well with fish and eggs.  It does, admittedly, cause cancer in rats; for a human to suffer similarly you'd need to nosh down kilos of the stuff, which is of course as ridiculous as christening it "Smaug" and have it appear in a fantasy novel.

Quick!  Put it in a salad!

*  Rhetorical question - do not answer!
**  Your factoid of the day.  And you're welcome.