“I walk down the corridor. The photographs on the wall. The trophies in the cabinets. Down the corridor and round the corner. Round the corner to the foot of the stairs. Then up the stairs until there on the stairs is Syd; Syd who says something that sounds like, ‘Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish that man would go away.’
‘Pardon?’ I ask him.
Syd stops at the bottom of the stairs. Syd turns back to look up at me and Syd says, ‘Round here they say if you pass someone on the stairs, it’ll lead to a quarrel or a parting, and that you’ll not meet that person again in heaven.’
‘Don’t worry,’ I tell him. ‘Didn’t think I’d be seeing you up there anyway, Syd.’
‘And I didn’t think you believed in God or a heaven.’
‘Having been here thirty-four days,’ I tell him, ‘I’ve changed my mind, Sydney.’
‘Why’s that then?’ he smiles.
‘Well, if there’s a hell like this place, then there has to be a heaven somewhere.’ p. 277
The Damned Utd