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Prime Minister, and self proclaimed saviour of the terrestrial world, Gordon Brown dies and his soul arrives at the Pearly gates to meet Saint Peter.

"Welcome to Heaven," says Saint Peter, "Before you come in, we need to make sure that you are in the right place by having you visit both hell and heaven for day"

 "Just let me into heaven; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer, I'm a son of the Manse" says the PM.

"I'm sorry .. but we have our rules," Peter interjects, and, with that, St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and Gordon goes down,, down ...all the way to Hell.
 The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course. The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a perfect 22C degrees. 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. Everyone was laughing, happy, and casually but expensively dressed.

 They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times they had and they play a friendly game of golf before dining  on lobster and caviar.

During the course of the day, Brown meets the devil and they get on well as the devil appears to be just like Gordon - a really friendly bloke who tells funny jokes, someone who pulls hilarious nasty pranks. Returning to the Pearly gates by elevator, Gordon is sent upwards to Heaven for his day there.

Brown spends the day with the honest, good-natured people there who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money and treat each other decently.  No fancy country clubs here and, while the food tastes good, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor. He doesn't see anybody he knows but he likes being treated like everyone else, because he knows that he is someone special.
At the end of the day, Gordon returns to the Pearly Gates to meet up with Saint Peter and makes the decision where he is to stay for Eternity - he chooses Hell - and then makes the journey down wards.

The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial wasteland.  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.

Shocked,  Brown makes his way over to the Devil, saying " I don't understand this. 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 looks miserable!"

 The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, "Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!"