Pyjamas (Eight Hundred And Ninety Eight)

'Wayne's World' is a much better move than I expected. It actually seems to be well paced, which is bizarre for a comedy based on a sketch. Maybe it will fall apart in the second half? Predictably? Maybe the liking is just a symptom of the heat wave finally finishing? It has been succeeded by endlessly days of gusts and rain, and boundless goodwill. And rain. It's wonderful. We could almost pretend there is no such thing as summer! Is there summer? Is it a massive historical hoax and mass delusion? Is there air? We don't know! Oh, it's a good movie. I believe it.

It's a tough day, with the writing block well in evidence. Even now, a giant mental monkey is attempting to stop this feeble rivulet of words, but they will not prevail, for they do not have pyjamas on their side. The power of pyjamas is paramount, on every level. When do you feel most comfortable? In pyjamas. When are you most creative? In pyjamas. When does breakfast taste the best? In pyjamas. Pyjamas rule over all. It's ironic, as most of the time in pyjamas is spent unconscious, so why do we get so attached to them? When do you fold the best origami models of the Statue Of Liberty? In pyjamas? Really?

Thinking about it, the word 'pyjama' is interesting. Isn't it one of the imported words, from the Subcontinent? Let's pause for a moment, while the necessary research takes place. <muzak> Ah, interesting. Apparently 'pyjama' is from Urdu or Persian, and is related to loose fitting trousers, tightened by a waist drawstring. We, in vocabulary appropriation then adapted it to include the tops, and alternate fastenings. Of course, from our knowledge or Rip Van Winkle and Wee Willie Winkie, we know that sleeping predominantly involved nightshirts and nightgowns before the advent of the fabled pyjama. Perhaps there was a period of overlap when people wore them all at once? The Era of Maximal Sleepwear? That would have included the hats and portable mosquito netting?

Yes, an Era of Maximal Sleepwear. That can only mean that sleep deprivation is catching up, and that the writing block was defeated one more time. Let's hope that we all make it to the nine hundredth successfully.

O.