Heaven on Hold
Heaven on Hold is a festival attraction with one job: get you on the phone with "God".
Not a hotline. Not an app. An oversized red British phone box - the kind that looks like it wandered off a postcard and had a very large lunch. The signs say Talk to God. Inside there is a real telephone, lighting that does the Lord’s work, and a sound system that makes a field in the rain feel faintly celestial.
You pick up the receiver. Someone answers. They are extremely good at being God, which is to say they are an actor in a small booth nearby, ready for whatever you throw at them: the weather, the ex, the meaning of it all, or a quick theological second opinion before you rejoin the queue for chips. It is live, lighthearted, and occasionally, treacherously, a bit moving.
Outside the box there is a seating area, because after you have discussed your mortal soul you may need a pint and a witness.
What to expect
- A giant red phone box you can actually stand in
- A real telephone - the kind with a receiver, not a glass rectangle
- A live conversation. No recordings. No hold music from 1994. (Well. Almost none.)
- Somewhere to sit for the rest of your congregation
Bring us to your field
Bookings, press, and “can the Almighty make Saturday?” - the contact form is the fastest route to heaven’s reception.
