In a forgotten part of the East End is an enormous warehouse which houses quite an extraordinary piece of theatre. The space was once a data warehouse whose corridors and floors have now been transformed with a vision which would delight even the most jaded of theatre goers. The National has a huge word of mouth hit on its hands; the show, Faust, staged by Punchdrunk www.punchdrunk.org.uk has sold its six week run in a matter of days. Last night, my old pal Tom Morris took me along to see this visual delight. It’s a promenade show which assaults all the senses. See, feel, taste and smell a show that has reinvigorated my soul. It’s joyous and inventive and as I stumbled around floor after enormous floor of astonishing theatrics, I felt privileged to have been there. Bizarrely, so was Will Young. Part installation, part theatre, it felt like David Lynch in his prime having created a theatre show. It set my mind racing, and clearly underlines how alive event theatre still is!. Sell a vital organ on the internet so you can bribe someone to get a ticket.