This, I hereby decree, shall henceforth be a Weekend of Celebration. Of course we have some stunning DJ nights lined-up for you, but why not lay aside that typical London apathy for a couple of days. American Independence, good Norwegian music (yes, it is possible), Casanova, Mexican Luchadores, Bossa Nova, water, jelly... You name, and we're all over it like hazelnut honey spread. So come on: join the love.

This week's guide is brought to you in association with Nivea, and with the sunshine finally setting in on the big smoke, it's only right. So this weekend, between all the bars and clubs, the art galleries and restaurants and naked bike rides, grab yourself a bottle of Nivea sun lotion, hit your nearest park, and sieze some of that summer spirit.

American Late: Independence Day
Sure, you could wolf down a cheeseburger at a diner, chasing your shots of JD with a few bottles of Lone Star as your fire your own 13-gun salute into the air. But there's such delicious irony in celebrating the day that the US booted out their evil British overseers with a celebration of classic American-ness (automobiles, lindy hop, the American Scene exhibition) at, yep, the British Museum.

Jelly Banquet
Following the news of an enraged jelly-wrestling Cambridge grad lamping an innocent bystander, it seems jelly has lost it's wobbly innocence; by George, if those dignified intellectuals can't make it work, who can? Architectural foodsmiths Bompas & Parr are giving it back some of its gravitas with over 1000 specially commissioned jelly sculptures. Come dressed as a trifle or jelly. Seriously.

Annie
I gotta admit, when faced with the hard, cold, Scandinavian fact that Norway's chief musical exports consist of A-ha and that Aqua girl, I star-jumped outta my seat upon word that lolly-loving, delightfully contagious, indie-poptastic princess Annie is in town, threw on my sequined disco pants, and shoved a cherry Chupa Chup in my salivating gob. You learn something new everyday.

Casanova Masked Ball
To celebrate the upcoming new biography of Casanova's life, grab a mask, string your corset, and get in touch with your inner lothario for The Last Tuesday Society's steamiest event. Surround yourself with erotic models, get fed sweet nothings by beautiful ladies, and be admired in the House of Flattery. Warning: Sigmund the Gatekeeper will be on door duty, so dress to impress.

Lucha Libre
Masked villains and heroes; acrobatic theatricality and overblown mock-violence; oohs, ahs, and far more fun than you've experienced since childhood. Sunday morning TV wrestling was a staple of my youth, but it was nothing compared to the mythical wonder of Mexican Luchadores. Besides, when else do you get to watch a ring of sweaty, masked men slap each other about without it being gay? Ah the naïveté.

Warehouse Party Freakout
Usually drink, usually dance, usually freakout? Do it all simultaneously in the comfort of this bespoke, suped-up, electronic, summer sound party. Kings of neon, MSTRKRFT, gossip remixer Tronik Youth and a spot of risky burlesque from Roxy Velvet will ensure you throw some big colourful shapes on a nearly secret warehouse floor. Le freak, c'est chic: oh yeah.

Crush
After a wee hiccup with the ubiquitous Hearn St Car Park, this Lex Records extravaganza has re-settled at Cargo, with the same killer line-up that's had me twitching eagerly all week. With the likes of Neon Neon, Boom Bip, Har Mar Super Star, Willie Isz, Heartbreak, Gruff Rhys, Khujo Goodie, and Ali Renault, I'm getting giggly like a schoolboy at a candy factory all over again.

Bossa Nova Festival
Brazilians: ouch. Have a less painful experience, with far less intermittent tweezing, at the Bossa Nova Festival. Joao Gilberto came up with the distinctive rhythm, meaning 'new thing', some 50 years ago, and it's now filtered into modern music from Neil C Young, Rio Jazz, and Nouvelle Vague, as well as exhibitors offering everything from holidays to caipirinhas, all of which guaranteed to take the pain away.

Wet Sounds
There are many interesting and varied underwater activities - from diving to snorkelling to well, you know - but unquestionably the one that trumps them all is sticking your head under and trying to communicate with your nearest aquatic chum through water-muffled words. And now, it is Art. 'Sound Art' to be exact, with an underwater soundtrack to match. Well they do say that dolphins have superior intellects.