Deadly House Party
House parties are fun - until they end up with someone in tears. Which is not so fun. And that's why we prefer Deadly House Parties. Because there are cleaners + bouncers + people who serve cocktails instead of warm beer. Other than that there are ace performers and word class DJs that play tunes they'd play at their best friend's house party, including Radioclit, A-Trak and Rye Rye (you know, her from that M.I.A. track).

White Blackbird
Dust off your finest '50s sleepwear - those satin negligees and silk smoking jackets that you have knocking around gathering dust - and prepare for an evening-long escapade of right ol' frolics, as the entire Stoke Place estate opens its gates to Victorian séances, midnight feasts, cabaret performances, swinging DJs, and a rolling backdrop of real, live sheep for decoration. The Big Smoke or The Grand Manor? Tough call, I know.

Cy Tombly
Fancy seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses? Then head down to the Gagosian, where Cy Twombley's latest freestyle pieces blurring the line between painting and poetry are wrapping up their residency. Five, stunning paintings consisting of wooden panels depicting roses in full bloom sit alongside extracts from Rilke's poem 'The Roses.' The only thorn on the rose? This is the exhibition's very last day.

Disco Bloodbath
After Dalston being called called 'the coolest place in Britain' by The Guardian last weekend, we're not sure how difficult it is for the boys behind Dalston Super Store to 'keep it real' in their 'hood. But we're sure there'll be the usual crowd of queenie ravers, fag hags and club kids with crazy undercuts rocking out with their c*cks out at Disco Bloodbath - London's one and only true Party Monsteresque night.

Waiting For Godot
At the time of writing, there were still a handful of circle tickets left… but whether you chose to book ahead with jittery anticipation or risk last-minute returns, this is one theatre event that really shouldn't be missed. Despite being a ripe half-century old, Sam Beckett's quirky Waiting For Godot is one respected quinquagenarian. And when it's played out by the killer tag-team of Jean-Luc Picard and Gandalf, then that's just art.

Luke Fowler
If the story of your life were made into a film, how would it look? Madcap rom-com or traumatic drama? Dashing hero or down-on-his-luck protagonist? Either way, Glaswegian filmmaker Luke Fowler has perfected the art of the cinematic collage, breaking down biographical films with impressionistic sound and editing. Atmospheric pieces which engage with their subjects - including English composer Cornelius Cardew and institutionalised David Bell - are now at the Serpentine.