My name is Ed Glinert. When I went to sleep last night it was 2015, but when I woke up I found myself back in 1973, a Manchester of rounded collars, big hair, cuff links and dodgy ’taches.

The buses are orange, Hulme is lined with elegant crescents and a panini is a football sticker. The law takes no prisoners, for these are the days before PC PCs.

Is it all a dream or is there really life on Mars? 

Yes, Manchester was a dangerous place then. Villains, vagabonds, hypocrites, evil-doers, and then to cop it all a police force led by a maniac.

Take a walk on the wild side on our Gangland/Life on Mars tour.

Just pass the tour guide the dosh in a brown envelope with the best wishes of Mr Richardson.