Manchester; it’s a dangerous place. You answer a standard police call and getting out of your car on the Mancunian Way fail to spot another vehicle bearing down at you on the other side.

You wake up and somehow you’re back in 1973 in a Manchester of rounded collars, big hair, cuff links and dodgy ’taches. An era when George was Best and City won things. When the law took no nonsense and the villains came from Quality Street. The days before PC PCs. Is it all a dream or is there really life on Mars?