Raggatone is always chocka-block full of treats, I mean RARC (the raggatone aftermath rehabilitation clinic) wasn't founded without a cause, but this week there was an extra sprinkling of spice with random outbursts of song peppering the the evening.
I blame the trigger-happy reaction to the cheese of Azonto.
The combination has got to be, hands down, the best one yet. And that's not just because I can do it without looking like a cartoon cat who just got its tail stuck in a plug socket and got the consequential shock of its life. No joke. That was only a contributing factor.
It had, in reality, more to do with the fun-enhancing bounciness, which, when combined with @mlleginger's imaginative (not at all based on reality ;D) image-painiting skills, produce a hype that is like no other.
In fact so great was the combo, I know we were all mourning its premature demise by the end of class (grief counselling will be made available and an address to which flowers can be sent can be requested via the "ask Carlee" button).
However, the fact that there are 3 interim Thursdays between now and Valentines day (which has got all sorts of plans of its own) might mean that it will be possible to perform a miracle and resurrect this bad boy for one last outing at least.
Obviously this needs to happen because if it fails, the only other option will be to go and do a Raggatone antenna flash mob in Richmond Station - and whilst my dangerous hip movements might entertain @LolaLola_B and @DelphiRose97 to no end, they are NOT something that should be inflicted on the general public under any circumstances.
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