Ben Miller

Artist Jeff Koons brings his silly, smutty and lowbrow exhibition to Brighton.

Snogging in clubs, bedroom spliff sessions, rap-offs in warehouses – you can feel the sweat and sleaze saturating Ewen Spencer’s images.

The all male dancing, clad thick in make-up, hips wrapped in tutus, eyelashes fluttering and glimmering dance act, are back with a new show.

Valentine’s Day is so much more than a poundshop card and a double pineapple and cheese at Grubbs. This year’s mini-season is all about the performing arts.

Even the cheery couldn’t deride Lynn Shelton’s peep inside the mind’s eye of loss, love and sibling ways.

Last year Hizze Fletcher produced a new work every day, ranging from ornate patterns and pictures of Mickey Mouse to safe sex signs.

Contrition, death and outrage all lie in wait in a work sometimes surmised as a state-of-Britain-today piece by Ayckbourn.

Werner Herzog’s study of triple murderers Michael Perry and Jason Burkett was perhaps the most intense documentary of 2011.

Hedda Gabler is a 19th century story crammed fulls of scenarios our modern minds can appreciate. Guaranteed not to bore, so go get those culture points!

Dance piece fathoms beauty out of a frothy rant.

Playwright Finn Kennedy won a prestigious Arts Council award for the script before it had even been performed, a first for 40 years.

Hand him a discarded bag of mouldy chips and have them handed back to you as a beautifully animated, awe-inspiring alternate reality, welcome to David Blandy.

A programme busier than a sexually-frustrated parking warden in Kemp Town, headlined by Rob Auton & Naz Osmanoglu.

The comedy world is getting ready for Edinburgh. There’s lots of warm up shows, including these at The Caz.

Sean Penn plays a bonkers retired goth rock star who speaks in a shrill monotone, hides from the world, looking like Robert Smith.

Ink_d has pulled off something of a coup in bringing the first solo show of Wood-Evans new collection of canvasses back to his home city.

Getting a handle on all things Brechtian can be rather tricky. Just as well this army of actors and musicians will do it for you.

Macabre puppetry full of crazed marionettes and spun-out takes on Judy courtesy of Touched Theatre, a bunch of master storytellers with a knack for physicality.

The nomadic Kunsthalle gallery has pitched up on Queens Road for a series of three asterisk-titled exhibitions.

Improv scamps The Noise Next Door and the perennially quick-witted Zoe Lyons are as familiar to Brighton comedy followers as drunks below the pier.

Isy’s comedy is excellent, acerbic, heartfelt and sweet, and the music suggests that she could have been a muso.

The Collective are helping the talents of Ben Gold and Finn Dean with this exhibition that will which gladden the soul.

Boothby Graffoe – both brilliant on strings and a singular stand-up act to reckon with – is bringing his new album to Brighton.

Two top comedians performing locally only a week apart? Your funny bone is clearly being spoiled this month.