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.