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A table quiz in aid of the Saving Grace campaign, which is raising funds for nine-year-old cancer sufferer Grace Kenneally, will take place in Crowe’s Bar, Bohermore, this evening.

AN BRONNTANAS, set and filmed in the west of Ireland, with dialogue almost entirely as Gaeilge, and with a host of young, local, actors, was a fine choice as the closing film of this year’s Galway Film Fleadh.

OWEN PALLET is a Canadian composer, violinist, keyboardist, and vocalist, who came to prominence initially under the moniker Final Fantasy, with his breakout second album He Poos Clouds winning the 2006 Polaris Music Prize.

THE YOUNG Roy Keane; Northern Ireland at Mexico 86; Amadeo and his unbeatable team; and a football match featuring Northern Ireland veterans and the Galway Film Fleadh - it’s all happening this week.

Patricia Burke Brogan joined the noviciate of the Mercy Sisters at the convent of St Vincent, Newtownsmith, Galway  at the end of the 1950s.  It was before the reforms of Vatican II had relaxed rule of the heavy medieval habit, the shorn hair, and a constant reminder ‘to keep custody of the eyes’. What was called ‘discipline’, which was nothing less than outrageous bullying, was meted out on the novices by some of the older nuns, in a cutting and wounding way. The nuns were hard on each other.

TODAY IS Canada Day/Fête du Canada, the Great White North’s national holiday, and this month’s Galway Film Fleadh is showing a range of films from the North American nation.

BEFORE JACK’S Army, there was another band of ‘Men in Green’ who against-the-odds qualified for World Cups, scored unexpected victories, and did much better than anyone expected.

BIZARRE AS it is to many, cassette has actually made a comeback and indie bands can be as likely to release an album or EP on tape as on vinyl, CD, or digital.

Early morning July 17 1938, Douglas Corrigan, a young aviator, climbed into a small and rather battered nine-year old Curtiss Robin monoplane, at Brooklyn airfield New York. He was cleared to fly to California. It was a misty overcast morning. Instead of turning east, he headed out over the Atlantic. Twenty-eight hours later, surviving on two chocolate bars, two boxes of fig bars, and a few gallons of water, he landed in Baldonnel airport, Dublin, to everyone’s amazement. He was immediately christened ‘Wrong Way’ Corrigan, and the world press loved him. The New York Post printed its headline back to front to join in the fun. Especially as it emerged that Corrigan’s plane had many modifications made to it, including two large petrol tanks strapped in front of the cockpit, allowing him to only see out sideways. One of the tanks leaked on the way over. He had to slash a hole in the floor to allow the fuel out.

In September 2004 Seamus Heaney opened the Autumn Gathering in Gort, and he read the above poem (which I will conclude in a moment), and told the audience that he was happy to be once again in south Galway. “ To drive across Ireland, east to west, towards Padraic Fallon’s native Galway, is to experience a double sensation of refreshment and déja-vu. The refreshment comes from the big lift of the sky beyond the River Shannon, the déja-vu from entering a landscape which has been familiar for a century as an image of the dream Ireland invented by the Irish Literary Revival.’