I got on the bus in the city centre at 10.30p.m. on Holy Saturday night, followed by a noisy group of people who had obviously been enjoying themselves. A man started singing lustily “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden”. After two lines, he got stuck. Obligingly, I sang the next two lines for him. Then, the apparently homeless woman opposite him started singing Ralph McTell’s hit “The Streets of London”. Bored with that, the man said to me: “What’s your favourite song?” Slightly flummoxed, I said, “I have just spent the whole evening in church for the Easter Vigil, and have been singing lots of hymns.” “Go on then,” was the reply. So I plucked up courage and sang the first verse of “Jesus Christ is Risen Today&r