It was a Saturday night in Glasgow, Scotland. Clarendon Street is at the bottom end of the Maryhill area, so residents in denial would say they lived in Woodside. It was 1977, so I was 11 years old. I was walking past a block of flats, and I heard something that made me open the entry door and look into the stairwell.
Three or four young men had another man in a corner, and they were kicking him and slashing at him with knives.
— Dogo Barry GrahamSubscribe to my newsletter and get a free e-book of your choice