George Best

This is a story that takes place over one Manchester evening back in 1970. During a mysterious time before dawn breaks when George, a clown, a Priest, a hitman, a hooker and a dwarf actor walked the late night, early-shift on the canal paths of Manchester and traipsed over a drawer-bridge, to unknowingly enter a nightclub, that was a world apart. Where the eternal drinkers gathered. A sea of wine, whiskey and pills. Of lovers, dreamers and poets. Scum, lowlifes and those who simply wanted to do nothing more than drink until the sun once more rose over the River Irwell the following morning.
A magical, bewitching but also dangerous place. Over the rainbow and under a Mancunian moon. Where lives changed forever, where mermaids swam, Red Indians held sway, gangsters played cards under the Devil's eyes and the Grim Reaper often came to collect. The last time where George could have walked down a different road. A once in a lifetime chance of ruin or redemption. This place had a name but it was more of a time. They called it Oz and I'd like to take you all back down that cobbled canal path. A yellow brick road. Because of the wonderful things he did George was given one last chance but would he take it?