My own late night stream of consciousness.....
EXT - DAY - HEAVEN
MANNING in vest and Y-fronts ascends to heaven to be greeted by St Peter at the Pearly Gates.
MANNING
F**kin ell, St Peter! I must've died and gone to heaven.
ST PETER
We've been expecting you.
MANNING
Let me in then you f**ker.
MANNING attempts to barge past.
ST PETER
It's not that easy I'm afraid. A few of us have been looking at your... well, your *record* ...
MANNING
Twenty Golden Swing Classics? Aye! I sang with Joe Loss you know! Tight f**ker he was, though.
ST PETER
I mean your record regarding racism. Sexism. That sort of thing.
MANNING
Me racist? Sexist? Racy and sexy more like. A joke's a joke. Not my fault if that lot have no sense of humour.
ST PETER
Meh. Anyway, we've decided to have a delegation.
The DELEGATION steps forward, with members from all ethnicities of the world.
ST PETER (CONT.)
How can you reassure them that you deserve to enter the kingdom of heaven.
MANNING (pensive)
I was popular.
ST PETER turns to the DELEGATION and there is some murmuring.
ST PETER
No, that won't wash. Chesney Hawkes was popular once and he's not getting in.
MANNING
Well.. I loved my Mum.
ST PETER turns again and there is more discussion among the delegation.
ST PETER
Sorry, old chap. Another no. Lots of people love their Mum. Isn't that right Oedipus?
OEDIPUS turns round from the delegation and nods.
ST PETER (cont)
And you didn't always take your mother's advice did you?
MANNING
What do you mean?
ST PETER
Those pants. Not exactly fresh on are they? Just think if you'd died today. Oh, hang on...
MANNING
They're my special pair. I wore these in Vegas the night Tony Bennett said I could be bigger than Sinatra.
ST PETER
Yeah, but he didn't mean round the waist. Look, the elastic's all loose.
MANNING
Isn't there anything I can do to get in?
ST PETER
I don't know. We do have strict rules. Tell you what, give us your passport and I'll see what I can do.
MANNING produces his passport from up his arse, much to his own surprise. ST PETER goes to the delegation and there is further discussion. ST PETER returns promptly.
ST PETER
I'm sorry. There's no way you can come in.
MANNING
But I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm not really racist or sexist. I loved my Mum.
ST PETER
Oh, it's not that. If we let you in you'll have to become St Bernard, and we've already got one of those. Haven't we Schnorb?
SCHNORBITZ steps forward from the delegation and WOOFS.
MANNING
But -
ST PETER
Bye!
MANNING finds himself falling through space, as it gets hotter and hotter. He lands outside a factory door, sign saying: SATANIC MILLS LTD. MANNING braves a knock on the door, and is answered by THE DEVIL.
MANNING
Oh, it's you.
THE DEVIL
Of course it is, now what do you want?
MANNING
They won't let me in the other place. Can I come in here instead?
THE DEVIL's Blackberry rings.
THE DEVIL
Hang on a mo will you? (on the phone) Oh Adolf, of course. A bit of Gin Rummy would be splendid. Genghis always lays on a wonderful spread. See you later! Wiedersehen! (to MANNING) Such delightful company. Where were we? Oh, your details. Let me just check. Name?
MANNING
Bernard Manning
THE DEVIL punches the name into the Blackberry
THE DEVIL
Bernard Manning. Sorry to keep you. Google's a bit slow today. Difficult getting a signal this low down. Manning, Manning... oh here we are. Hang on, it says you were a racist and sexist comedian who offended thousands and thousands of people.
MANNING
So... I'm in, then?
THE DEVIL
F**k off are you. I've got standards to keep up.
And he slams the door in MANNING's face.
END