Blue moon — you saw me standing alone

I’M JUST guessing, but I don’t think you and I will be rushing out any time soon to take in the new Manchester City biopic Blue Moon Rising.

It’s not that I have any inherent objection to City. I like the way they do that son et lumiere projection to turn their ground into a tribute to the cover artwork of the Best of REM album. And I watch their impending economic car-crash with the same morbid fascination that defined the characters in that JG Ballard novel... but without the symphorophilia and the sexual fetishism.

Granted there’s a limit to the number of times I want to see the snarling face of Carlos Tevez (surely he would do better to audition for the next re-make of City of God) and I would pay top money not to listen to Garry Cook talk about his “project” or his commercial director blah-blahing about the “most fascinating story in the world of football.”