Enter the Hayward Gallery and be hit by an explosion of colour, fantasy, imagination, masquerade, exuberance and weirdness. It’s a joy.

No Particular Order is a 90-minute play that covers a lot of ground: 30 years in the first part, 300 years between parts two and three. And the final few minutes take place on a spaceship.

The title says it all: Two Palestinians Go Dogging.

House of Ife at the Bush Theatre crackles with energy, snappy dialogue and excellent acting. as it puts an Ethiopian-British spin on first-generation migrant tropes.

The title, Marys Seacole, tells you this isn’t going to be a straightforward biography of the Jamaican nurse and entrepreneur who set up the British Hotel behind the lines in the Crimean War in the 1850s.

Project Dictator is a “clown show about authoritarianism”. That’s a bold ambition, but amazingly it works.

Life Between Islands: Caribbean-British Art 1950s-Now: an overdue and powerful exhibition.

Here’s another way of tackling insularity or xenophobia in Britain.

‘Eternal Spring’ is a documentary about an ambitious and daring plan to hack into Chinese TV news and broadcast a subversive spiritual message to millions of viewers.

Another wave, another film about female surfers and, like all the others, ‘Bangla Surf Girls’ is fascinating because it’s about sexism.

How does it feel to be forgotten by the world, asks the publicity blurb for ‘Myanmar Diaries’ - a reasonable question for a pro-democracy struggle that’s been shoved from headlines in many parts of the world.

‘Silence Heard Loud’ ought to be a happy film, because it’s about people who have escaped harrowing — in some cases deadly — circumstances and lived to tell their tale.

Almost four years since Dipo Baruwa-Etti was commissioned to write An Unfinished Man, and 13 drafts and two Covid years since it was initially due to open, it’s here. And it’s worth the wait.

Three generations of a Caribbean-British family. - a family drama of love, loss and hope.

Any play that uses the words of Indian anti-caste campaigner B R Ambedkar and British women’s rights campaigner Sylvia Pankhurst gets my vote.

Football, babes and fit boys, racism and identity – spicy ingredients mixed with a light touch in Eng-Er-Land, a one-woman, one hour, coming of age tale.

Fittingly for its title, Conundrum is a play that’s simultaneously too much and too little.

“ I go to all my son’s hangings,” says the executioner’s mother in their small Mexican town.