No, not him.
This morning
Herber Rowan writes:
I found the wallet of Micheal Stone in the middle of the road in front from the four courts. if you know him please get in touch…
Update:
Thanks for the quick help everyone! I reunited Micheal with his wallet just there😀 @broadsheet_ie pic.twitter.com/laY1JYIZds
— Heber Rowan (@HeberRowan) February 26, 2018
Yay!
The last I heard, he was in prison.
https://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/northern-ireland/michael-stone-to-serve-rest-of-prison-sentence-for-milltown-cemetery-attack-29456324.html
His da was a Catholic and abandoned him iirc….
SACRILEGE
Its the prods that abandon and eat their young
That’s not even half of it.
Things I’ve seen…
things I have done
and that’s just with me left foot
It’s funny that he actually looks not unlike the more notorious Michael Stone (albeit more svelte and with nicer hair).
Indeed he does.
That’s what I thought when I saw the pic. Not unlike him at all.
With a bit of Peter Sutcliffe thrown in to seal the deal.
Mmmmm tasty.
This is getting ridiculous. Is Broadsheet really the only way you can think of to get in touch with this guy?
Are u new here :)
Shurrup you, the happy ending has lifted the hearts of the entire nation.
They’re our Harry and Meghan.
Can’t wait until they set the date!
Any cash in the wallet?
He left it in his attic where it belongs
This is why I adore you.
You have the best taste in tv.
Turns out he is neither running through the graves nor throwing hand grenades. Who’d have thunk it?
I once sat in a seat on the Dublin to Belfast train and realised half way through that it was reserved for Michael Stone. At the time I nearly shat myself but now I’m hoping that it was this loveable tyke and not the big man himself returning from day release to Maghaberry Prison. Either way, neither Mr Stone turned up to claim their seat and I had a pleasant journey looking out to sea along the Meath-Louth coastline.
I once engaged in a lengthy, delightful conversation on the Dublin-Belfast train with an erudite and entertaining fellow who, ahmmm, had a lengthy residence in a Crossbar Hotel in south London before he availed of an early checkout, if you know what I mean. The chap invited me for a pint in the very pub in Drogheda where a pipe bomb was found only last month. I’d elaborate further but I’ve used up my store of Conversations With The ‘RA anecdotes for the time being.
how did he know it was him? Did he have any identification on him?
The photo ID was no longer valid.
good lads.