People of New York, brace yourselves...

It has to be the biggest hit of the year and continues the vein of the UK creating seminal theatre, and makes London the centre of the stage world.

But alas, Jerusalem is leaving for bigger things, heading to New York from London and unleashing a wonderfully comic, dark and haunting, epic play on the Big Apple. In its tenure at the Royal Court and the Apollo it has received nothing less than five star reviews, had people crying with laughter and disgust and propelled Rylance back to the top of the actors pecking order.

Tony Award winner and former Globe arty director, Rylance will blow your socks off if you get to see this, as manipulative a turn on stage against his audience that an actor has ever given and an absolute shoe-in for Oliviers, surely.

Put quite simply, it's fucked up, a fucked up man, teasing a fucked up village, and their fucked up inmates in a fucked up Britain... so much so that it achieves the unthinkable at the mo, makes you proud to be British!

The play is good enough to make sure writer Jez Butterworth will go down as one of the best playwrites of the 21st century, and you can see the influence his hero Pinter has over the perfectly pitched satire and drama.

Londoners, you're buggered if you're going to get a ticket but beg, steal 'n borrow if you can... New Yorkers, brace yourself, you think the Bronx is bad, 'you ain't bin down Somerset...'