THE fire engine sirens screamed louder and louder as the flames licked higher. It was April 16, 1984. The whole of Scotland was about to be shocked.
Glasgow has one of the worst records for accidental house fires in Europe.
Hardly a week goes by but some poor soul perishes in flames and smoke in their own home. But rarely do six people perish. Worse, this was no accident.
The Doyle family awoke to the smoke and flames. They fought every inch of the way as their house blazed.
A young mother threw herself over her baby and died as fiery timbers crashed down on her back. All to no avail as the baby died too.
Some managed to open a window and stand there, taking turns to gasp life-saving air.
It would keep them alive until they reached hospital where their burns needed so much morphine their lungs couldn't work properly. Over days, they slowly drowned in their own fluids.
It was the crime of the decade in a decade of crime.
In 1981, a young woman, an east end prostitute, was dragged into a workman's hut by three young men who repeatedly raped her.
Bored, they played zigzag on her face body and legs with blades - then raped her again.
Eventually free, she went straight to the cops. They had names of the rapists, forensics and the young woman herself - more than enough to get a conviction.
Then it was decided that no action would be taken.
It wasn't the cops but the Crown who had decided the woman, now known as Carol X, made an unreliable witness because she was a prostitute.
Carol X wasn't having that. She went to the papers - the Daily Record ran a campaign - and a public outcry ensued. Rape is rape, they said.
Top lawyer, Ross Harper, agreed to pursue a private prosecution on Carol X's behalf. Not since 1909 had the Crown allowed a private prosecution. They did for Carol X.
Three men were found guilty and one sentenced to 12 years. It was a victory for public opinion. A victory for women. A moral victory for prostitutes.
Some politicians and top lawyers had to resign from office in the aftermath. Poor Carol X took to booze and would end the decade in east end pubs offering to show her scarred thighs to anyone who'd buy her a drink.
Elsewhere, others were prospering, not suffering. Arthur "The Godfather" Thompson was well on his way to power, though he was still having problems in his 25-year feud with the Welsh family - the longest, bloodiest gangster battle in Britain.
Someone else was having better luck against the Welshes - a young Paul Ferris. They had bullied him for years at school - now it was payback time.
Word soon got around that Ferris on his own was picking off the Welsh family and their supporters. One had their throat slashed, another was scalped - and that was one of the strongest gangs in Glasgow.
It wasn't long before Thompson had recruited Ferris and a whole new saga of the streets was born.
By the end of the decade, Thompson was facing problems. His son, Fatboy had tried to take over the now raging heroin market in Glasgow. Hard drugs had started in Possil but now were everywhere.
One night, the cops tailed Fatboy in his car. They chased him through the streets and, they claim, he was throwing tenner bags out of the window in an effort to offload drugs.
The dogs on the streets didn't believe that tale, but the jury did. Fatboy was off to jail.
Ferris fell out with Arthur Thompson and went off on his own, teaming up with Bobby Glover and Joe Hanlon.
In prison, a furious Fatboy drew up hitlists of names he swore he was going to have killed as soon as he was free.
The 1990s were approaching and all their lives were to change big time.
But it was the Doyle murders that sickened the people of Glasgow. The cops nabbed two men - TC Campbell and Joe Steele.
Campbell was well known to them. As a kid, he'd led The Goucho team from Carntyne. A small mob, they punched much heavier than their weight under the guidance of the bright and ruthless Campbell.
As an adult, he soon graduated to crime and became a member of the Barlanark Team - the most successful troop of robbers in modern times.
Along with people like Thomas "The Licensee" McGraw, they specialised in raiding post offices with military precision and were so successful, the security forces from trouble-torn Northern Ireland were called in to help the cops nab them. They were never nabbed.
Campbell retired from crime. Settling down with his wife and kids, he decided a good way to make a living was through an ice cream van.
It was a very good way. So good that some people were fighting over the most lucrative patches.
Ice Cream Wars they called it. Squabbles more like.
Andrew Doyle had run an ice cream van and the cops announced that he and five members of his family were victims of the Ice Cream Wars.
With Campbell and Steele convicted, they became two of the most hated men in Scotland.
But the street knew better.
They knew that another player was seen in Bank end Street that night, was seen close by buying petrol, had asked two junkies to torch a door. The street knew TC Campbell and Joe Steele were innocent.
Campbell went on long hunger strikes, lingering at death's door and Steele escaped again and again from prison, only to hand himself in with the company of the media.
Other prisoners took to the roofs of Barlinnie, Peterhead and Shotts jails, protesting that the Glasgow Two were innocent. As the prisons burned, ordinary citizens began to pay attention.
Maybe Campbell and Steele were innocent after all. Maybe. But it would take longer than a decade to prove that.
In the 1980s, crime was rife but the worst of all was the slaughter of the Doyle family.
That fire was lit in Bankend Street on April 16, 1984, and it would rage on into the 1990s.
Trouble was coming to Scotland's streets.
'Maybe Steele and Campbell were innocent after all...but it would take years to prove it'
ferrisconspiracy VIEW: Now that both men have been exonerated what exactly is the Justice Minister (Cathy Jamieson) doing about the perjury that took place at the trial in 1984?
Perjury by several high ranking police officers deserves more than silence from her and her office.........This wont go away Cathy and you know it