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Eileen Collins from Luimnagh, Corrandulla became Galway’s newest centenarian over the weekend. Her landmark day, a well-kept secret was celebrated with family friends and neighbours last weekend at the Arches Hotel, Claregalway. Family travelled from near and far with the longest journey being made by her grandson Chris who travelled all the way from Brazil.

Within a year, the Mayoman was dead, and his body lost until 1960.

The power of the human voice will be the core of Music for Galway’s 44th international concert season, titled Breathe, to begin next month.

With the The Naked Gun, Liam Neeson nosedives into comedy and, more specifically, slapstick, spoof comedy; a subgenre that has been largely forgotten or just lazily executed since the heyday of Airplane (1980) and the original Naked Gun series starring Leslie Nielsen.

“She was beautiful, fearsome, an English aristocrat, a communist spy, a loose woman, a middling novelist, a doting mother, an impossible parent, a successful sculptress, a respected journalist.” This was how Anita Leslie described her first cousin in My Cousin Clare, her wonderful biography of Clare Sheridan.

He is one of the most recognisable faces in Irish film and television, but I sense early in the interview with Don Wycherley that he is not overly comfortable discussing past glories, rendering most of my pre-prepared questions obsolete. “I look a bit different from my Father Ted and Ballykissangel and Bachelor’s Walk days,” he says with a laugh, insisting he doesn’t get recognised on the street as much as one might think.

He is one of the most recognisable faces in Irish film and television, but I sense early in the interview with Don Wycherley that he is not overly comfortable discussing past glories, rendering most of my pre-prepared questions obsolete. “I look a bit different from my Father Ted and Ballykissangel and Bachelor’s Walk days,” he says with a laugh, insisting he doesn’t get recognised on the street as much as one might think.

by Paddy Cullivan

It is 2032 and a bustling Galway city is powered by 26 hydroelectric water wheels churned by the Corrib’s torrents.

The funeral will take place today (Thursday) of Fred Johnson, a man who over several decades made an in delible mark on the literary scene in Galway and the west.