Mimmo Paladino South London Gallery, London Mimmo Paladino/ Brian Eno Roundhouse, London

WHEN THE painter Carel Weight died two years ago, most of his obituaries said that Helen Roeder was his companion for 50 years. In fact it was 68 years; they were married for the last seven.

THERE'S SOMETHING cruelly enjoyable in interviews. I don't mean when you're the one up for the job, of course. On those occasions you feel like a specimen in some far- distant laboratory being prodded by aliens to see what makes you tick, especially if you've watched too many episodes of Star Trek.

The column: As a young man, Howard Jacobson was faced with a life- defining decision - sporting prowess versus academia. Even now, he's not sure he got it entirely right

What began as teaching aids for students is now a fascinating collection of art across a range of media

MIKE ELLIOTT was a committed artist and inspirational teacher at Camberwell School of Arts and Crafts for over 40 years. It seems appropriate, if death can ever be seen thus, that he suffered a heart attack while on his way to teach there; he never regained consciousness and died in University College Hospital opposite the Slade School of Fine Art which he had attended as a student.

So, do architects really live in minimalist houses that are a homage to chrome? Well, some of them do, as Peter Conchie discovered on a new London tour

Monday 26 October

RON DAVIES, the former Welsh Secretary, last night attacked the latest allegations about his private life in the wake of his resignation.

A MAN appeared before magistrates in South London yesterday charged in connection with the theft of possessions belonging to Ron Davies, the former Welsh Secretary who resigned last week.

RON DAVIES broke his silence last night over the scandal that led to his resignation from the Cabinet and the leadership of the Labour Party in Wales, but still refused to answer key questions about the affair.

From the Hugh Cudlipp Memorial Lecture given by the libel lawyer to the London Press Club

IF ONE of the benefits of fitness is the feeling of prolonged youth, then something is going very wrong with my regime. However fit I manage to get, nothing seems to prevent the chronic stiffness that follows any exertion. After a game of squash or football, I invariably feel creakily ancient for most of the following week.

Creating a family home from separate flats is harder than it seems