The Dead School by Pat Mc Cabe, Town Hall Theatre, Tuesday 21st-Sunday 26th, 7.30 p.m., matinee, Saturday 25th, 3 p.m.

Joe O'Byrne was working with Pat McCabe's fiction before it was popular or profitable - though, indeed, his version of McCabe's novel, The Butcher Boy, first performed by O'Byrne's company, Co-Motion, at the Dublin Theatre Festival in 1992, was a hit. The show, Frank Pig Says Hello, toured extensively and greatly increased the popularity of the novel, which reached a new high, of course, with the release of Jordan's film.

So it will be very interesting to see what O'Byrne does with The Dead School, a Macnas/Galway Arts Festival co-production, adapted for the stage by McCabe himself. See this page.

Don Juan, Footsbarn Tent, Fisheries Field, Tuesday 14th-Thursday 16th, 8 p.m.; The Winter's Tale, Footsbarn Tent, Fisheries Field, Saturday 18th and Tuesday 21st to Sunday 26th, 8 p.m.

What I have seen of Footsbarn's theatre has been magic, particularly the production of A Midsummer Night's Dream which came to the Dublin Theatre Festival some years back. I can't wait to see what they'll do with A Winter's Tale and Don Juan.

Mozart Preposteroso, Town Hall Theatre, Friday 24th and Saturday 25th, 10 p.m.

Sydney-born Nola Rae is a classic mime: she creates her characters like an archaeologist, uncovering a face with soft, tiny brushes. This year she is offering an exploration of the life of Mozart, and his trajectory from child prodigy to troubled adult.

The Lighthouse, Black Box, Wednesday 22nd, 8 p.m.

I am looking forward to Opera Theatre Company's touring production of a 20th-century opera, Peter Maxwell-Davies's The Lighthouse, which tells the true story of the three men who disappeared, as if into thin air, from a lighthouse in the Flannan Isles in 1900.

The Lonesome West, Druid Lane Theatre, from Thursday 16th:

This is, without a doubt, the funniest play in Martin McDonagh's Leenane Trilogy. Centred on the good, old, Irish cliche of two bachelor brothers living in a marriage of hatred, it breaks out of tradition and into madness, with the appearance, for instance, of a bowl of plastic religious figurines, melted down to pouring consistency.