Piaf
An hour and a half of utterly unrelenting theatre and music, Elena Roger leads a (mostly) wonderful cast as they hammer out the life of Edith Piaf in all its raw, hysterical, heartrending extravagance. If you haven't booked your tickets for this marvellous rendition of Pam Gems' production yet, I really cannot recommend it enough. And there are even matinees on Saturday if your evenings are too party-packed for a little culture. No excuses now. And no regrets.

Kitsuné Maison
A big, bold night from the Neon Noise and KitsunÉ camps this, starting with Digitalism, Gildas & Masaya and Punks Jump Up; then it's live sets from Autokratz, HeartsRevolutions and Magistrates; all alongside a pure Pony Step room from Matthew Stone and his crew, a Dazed room led by Jefferson Hack, and a room from Don't Panic to wrap it all up with the likes of Luca C and Warboy at the carnage helm.

La Damnation du Faust
If being in a relationship generally makes you feel like you've signed away your soul, you'll feel much empathy with Berlioz's tragic hero as he gets dragged into hell to a backdrop of Robert Lepage's ethereal projections. Marrying modern technology with classic art, Marcello Giordani stars in the title role opposite Susan Graham as Marguerite and John Relyea as Méphistophélès. The devil's in the detail.

Little Boots
Whilst it might not be the ideal time of year for popping down to Blackpool and it's, ahem, 'pleasure beach', we're getting the best import in for the night as Little Boots and her bubblegum sounds move in on the Atomic Lovers tour, co-headlining with everyone's favourite Anglo-Argentian disco-synth duo, Heartbreak. Forget cheap European beer, pirate DVDs and illegal diamonds: these are the imports we really can't do without.

MuTate Britain
"What's he building in there?" Tom Waits once pondered in his inimitably drawling rasp. Behind the shutters of Cordy House (with the enormous and contextually ironic eye plastered on it), things have been astir: curious creatures of East London hammering away into the wee hours, welding, melting and beavering away as they transform the event space into this mahoosive art exhibition, which launches this weekend. But what have they been building in there?

The Snow Queen
Some of my best childhood memories involve drifting snow and being read Hans Christian Anderson stories. So it seems unfair to me that in order to attend this amalgamation of all of my favourite authentic Christmas things in one traditional storytelling, I must find a child and accompany it thither. If you see a pied piper-esque figure promenading down Picadilly with a recorder, watch out. What? There's a goodie bag...