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“It was 1998. I just answered an admin job ad in the paper; I had no idea it was rugby…” so says Joan Breslin (née Moore) about her first foray into the world of rugby administration almost 25 years ago. After working in marketing for Clarinbridge Crystal and Dunlop Tyres in Galway, Joan’s career as a backroom ‘blazer’ with the IRFU and Six Nations tournament took off. Now she finds herself at the apex of the professional game as World Rugby’s project coordinator for the 2023 Rugby World Cup in France.

The name Audrey Amiss will be unknown to most of us. This is because until filmmaker Carol Morley, director of acclaimed films Dreams of a Life and The Falling, discovered eighty-four boxes of Amiss’ uncatalogued work when she was awarded the Wellcome Screenwriting Fellowship, Amiss had gone completely unnoticed by the British art world. Typist Artist Pirate King, Morley’s recent feature, remedies this. Based on Amiss’ life, the film is a fictional imagining of a trip Amiss takes with her psychiatric nurse, Sandra, to present her work to a gallery in Sunderland, Amiss’ birthplace and the sight of an incident that left her with severe mental health issues for the duration of her life.

This July, accomplished marathon runner, Thomas O’Connor will compete in the Badwater135 Ultramarathon in California, which describes itself as ‘The world’s toughest foot race’, to help raise funds and awareness for the National Breast Cancer Research Institute.

The new president of Galway Chamber has said that in this challenging era, lodged between the Covid-19 outbreak and the impending Brexit, businesses have to remain positive and focused.

Shortly after dawn on Saturday, September 16 1944, Michael Conneely, a bachelor of 55 years, was asleep in his cottage at Ailleabreach, Ballyconneely, when loud banging on his door woke him. He shouted ‘who’s there?’ The storm of the previous two days had abated but he couldn’t make out what the voice said. Grabbing a pitchfork, he slowly opened to door. Outside were two men, wet to the skin, in deep distress. Michael put the pitchfork to the throat of the first man: “Who are you?”