While on his morning walk, the ex-British Prime Minister, Tony Blair, falls over, has a heart attack and dies because the accident and emergency ward at his nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in time. So Tony's soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. 'Welcome to Heaven,' says Saint Peter, "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Socialist around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you." "No problem, just let me in; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer," says Tony. Saint Peter says "I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from God Himself. He says that, since the implementation of his new ''HEAVEN CHOICES'' policy, you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity" "But I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,"' replies Tony. "I'm sorry... but we have our rules," Saint Peter interjects. With that, Saint Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down... all the way to Hell. The doors open and Tony finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a perfect 22°C. In the distance is a beautiful club-house. Standing in front of it is Harold Wilson and thousands of other Socialist luminaries, who had helped him out over the years, John Smith, Michael Foot, Jim Callaghan, etc. In fact, all the Labour Party and Trade Union leaders were there...every one laughing and happy, casually, but expensively, dressed. They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times The fun they had getting rich at the expense of "Suckers and Peasants". They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. The Devil himself comes up to Blair with a frosty drink, "Have a tequila and relax, Tony!" "Uh, I can't drink anymore, I took a pledge," says Blair, dejectedly. "This is Hell, son. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry and it just gets better from there!" Tony takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly bloke who tells funny jokes like himself and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like the ones the Labour Party pulled with the European Constitution, Education, Immigration and Tough on Crime promises. They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Blair steps on the elevator and heads upward. When the elevator door reopens, Tony is in Heaven, and Saint Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate. So for 24 hours, Tony Blair is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or smart-arse joke among them. No fancy country clubs here and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor. He doesn't see anybody he knows and he isn't even treated like someone special! 'Whoa,' he says uncomfortably to himself. 'Harold Wilson never prepared me for this!' The day done, Saint Peter returns and says, "Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for Eternity." With the "Deal or No Deal" theme playing softly in the background, Tony reflects for a minute... then answers: "'Well, I would never have thought I'd say this. I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all, but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends." So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren, scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic, industrial waste kind of like the eroded, rabbit and fox affected Australian outback. He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the roadside rubbish and putting it into black plastic bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime. The Devil comes over to Blair and puts an arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers a shocked Tony. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a club-house and we ate lobster and caviar and drank tequila. We lazed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody is miserable!" The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, 'Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!' Amen.