Down here, it has been a bad week for disco, but up above St Peter and the others are looking forward to Saturday night, for now they have Donna Summer and Robin Gibb to swell the celestial choir.
Vincent is sitting this one out, but as soon as Donna stops to draw breath, he’s sure to make a lunge for the mike.
My gran–that’s her over there chatting with Mother Teresa–is keeping a weather eye on the door: someone said Paisley was going to put in an appearance.
My dad has asked to be moved–he always gets the room above the disco.
Whether or not you believe in the great hereafter, I urge you to think about God’s Glitter Ball and the people you’d see at this weekend’s disco. It will cheer you up enormously.