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Wee Timmy: Mini P (O'Neill)

A boy in Norn Iron has apologised for the controversy that ensued after he posted a picture of himself on social networking site brandishing an AK47 and wearing a ski mask.

Wee Timmy McTaig (nine and a half) from Che Guevara Road, Crossmaglen told reporters at an undisclosed location that he really regretted his decision to be photographed in such a compromising pose.

“There’s no way I’d ever be snapped like that again,” vowed a rueful Wee Timmy. “For starters, I should have been wearing gloves and had my jacket cuffs taped up...”

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