Not a lot to like, but plenty to admire

I recently moved from a rented office to one at home – and so daunting was the proliferation of stuff I had accumulated that I just bundled the lot, unfiltered, into the garage. I now flinch at the thought of it. Clutter already impinges on the harmonious interior of my dreams. But how does a hardcore hoarder start to sift?

The story of the Chilean miners who were trapped underground for more than two months is on its way to the big screen.

Pope Benedict XVI has sacked an outspoken Australian bishop who had called on the Church to consider ordaining women and married men.

Pope Benedict XVI has sacked an outspoken Australian bishop who called on the church to consider ordaining women and married men.

The old St Pancras railway hotel is about to reopen. It's a sensitive restoration with modern comforts

William Morris prints were very big in the 1970s. Households up and down the country were gripped by the trend for co-ordinating wallpapers and fabrics. It wasn't enough to have a swirling floral print on the walls, to get the complete look you needed to cover your curtains, chairs and bedspreads in it, too. At its peak the Morris & Co fabric "Golden Lily" was selling 5,000 metres a month in tasteful shades of brown and orange.

Lucien Pissarro was the eldest son of the Impressionist painter, Camille Pissarro. This pleasingly informative exhibition, on display in a single large gallery at the Ashmolean, tells the story of how Lucien, packed off to England to rid him of the perennial itch to be an artist did not quite do what his mother so fervently desired.

Pissarro fils experimented with Camille's pointillism. but it was as a printer that he made his own mark

He went from Oscar nominee to bearded crackpot bent on a rap career. But the 'meltdown' was all an act, writes David Usborne

In 1962, my university tutor, Richard Cobb, the iconoclastic historian of the French Revolution , sent me to see his friends Dorothy and Edward Thompson, mumbling something about their work on Chartism. Memory is short when you are just 19 and it seemed to me then that Conservatism –with a large and small "c" - had covered the globe with a gloom of blue since the beginning of time. The Thompsons' household, perched on a Halifax hill was, in contrast, a magical Tardis which enabled you to travel to debates and struggles of long ago. His The Making of the English Working Class was still in the making, but sitting amid the piles of papers and books, I discovered William Morris: Romantic to Revolutionary.

A patient who was given a fatal overdose by an overseas locum was unlawfully killed, a coroner ruled today.

My parents were ... compassionate, liberal. My father worked for IBM. My mother raised us kids. There were six of us, and a couple of extra foster kids at any given time.

He's a super-agent who is as glamorous as the stars he represents, the inspiration for a TV series and the envy of countless wannabe moguls. Now, says Guy Adams, he's planning to change the movie business for ever