There was a joke going around in the U.K. years ago about a folkie who died and went to heaven, When he got to the pearly gates St Peter said come in we have a folk club here and we're short of singers. The folkie was very pleased to hear this news and so asked St. Peter to take him along to the club and introduce him. When they arrived there were all the dead departed folkies singing a chorus song The folkie noticed a fellow in the corner with a long white nightshirt and a big white beard and he asked, Who is that? St Peter replied Oh that's God he thinks he's Ewan MacColl.