Where do bad folks go when they die?

The escalator at Angel tube was taking longer than normal

I've been listening to this classic Nirvana song quite a bit recently in preparation for my work-in-progress show that I trialled for the first time yesterday in London Bridge.

The show focuses on religion and spirituality; two words that often get people arguing or retching in equal measure, but an eternal source of fascination for yours truly. How do people cope with those long, dark teatimes of the soul that visit all of us at some point- the exception perhaps being Rupert Murdoch or Tony Blair.

Where do people go when they die, anyway?

I sometimes think that that the above song, sung so rawsomely by Curt Kobain and before him Curt Kirkwood of the Meat Puppets (credit where due) essentially defines the difference between the two.

Religion, they say, is for people who want to go to heaven. Spirituality is for people who already know hell.

Profound, non?

I suppose in essence, it's like people who go to Sainsbury's because they know they can use their nectar cards, and people who go to Sainsbury's because they were once happy-slapped in the aisles of Tescos.