The mind is a dangerous place

Raggatone is a pretty dangerous class to be in on any given day. I mean you have to control all your limbs at once in a very co-ordinated fashion, and try to avoid smashing the mirror with your reflection - nobody wants 7 years of bad luck after all. 

There is a safe haven however, it's called the mind. 

In your mind you can retreat to your happy place (the dinosaur bit in the Natural History Museum of course) and let your body just get on with it - I mean in my case it does its own thing all the time anyway irrespective of my very specific instructions so in energy conservation terms it makes sense to let it have a greater degree of autonomy during this one hour of the week. 

As a general rule this coping strategy works pretty damn well. This is evidenced by the fact that I have yet to be rendered blind by the sight of any of my ill-fated attempts to be sexy - a very clear indication of the ability of the brain to retreat and protect itself when faced with extremely traumatic sights. 

However, this week a couple of conspirators collaborated to remove even this option. They are called my ears and the brain of @Trixiecantswim. That brain is really like Wonderland - some of the things that you come across, just like Alice does, are truly brilliant but others are really truly terrifying. 

Unfortunately on Thursday the images it was conjuring were not entirely conducive to a trauma-free Ragga-sesh.  And I know that I am not, for once, being melodramatic because even the Ginger one had to struggle to keep hold of the plot before it was completely lost. 

So apologies Sean Paul for what we did to the legacy of your song. We will attempt to redeem ourselves next week - we ate A LOT of cake to aid in this mission (having more to shake can't hurt after all).