IN March 1984 I was shot as I and four friends drove from Belfast Court. We were driving up May Street at the back of the City Hall when our car was fired on from a passing vehicle. The four of us – myself, Sean Keenan, Joe Keenan, and Kevin Rooney – were hit. Bob Murray escaped injury. I was wounded in the neck, shoulder and upper body. We were blessed by incompetent assassins, UDA members and surrogates of the British system.
Police saw several children leaving the home of a convicted sex offender where the youngsters said they had been playing with a hamster, a court was told.