Hi all, Ivan here.
So apparently the world ends this saturday. I’m fine with that as long as it keeps the noise down. Trust me, I’ll be sleeping right through the weekend and into monday as long as Jesus doesn’t return to judge us etc.
We’re almost done with SPINK now. Eight events down (and something outrageous like 915 kids I’ve sung backwards songs to in a week) and there’s only one to go. Tonight I’m staying in London in some strange hotel called “home”. I didn’t need to check in and the room service is terrible, but I think I’m going to be able to steal the shampoo before I leave, so that’s awesome.
Tomorrow we close the lid on SPINK.
The day after that the world ends.
The day after that we’re all off on SPONK, an eight-month sold-out stadium tour where No, no, it was all just a horrible dream. See you in the morning, folks!