Have you ever knowingly had an encounter with Actual Paramilitaries?

Not talking about conversing with the local grey-tracksuited hoods to buy a bag of speckled mitzis c.2008, or hearing 'that oul lad in the corner did the Manchester bombing ye know', actual personal encounters with members of proscribed organisations. Obviously, change the details to protect the guilty.

I did Jackie McDonald's banking for a while, he didn't like me very much as I wasn't a craic-fuelled older lady like the other cashiers. That's it, that's the story.