You're Not Alone

‘It’s been seven hours and sixteen days,’ sings Kim Noble. He’s echoing the famous words from Sinéad O’Connor’s 90s ballad, as he mourns a dead pigeon he sees unceremoniously decomposing on the road. Struck by the indignity of the bird’s passing, he takes the pigeon home and performs an autopsy, of sorts.

Kim Noble wants us to get closer—perhaps too close for comfort. After an existential crisis triggered by a colossal breakup, and by the profound loneliness he sees in his father at the end of his life, Noble is on a quest for connection. Using narration and guerrilla video, Noble takes the audience through a series of hilarious, and often excruciating, social experiments. He turns up for work at a hardware store where he is not employed, donning a handmade uniform; he blasts porn audio through his ceiling at the relentlessly bonking couple upstairs; he tricks men online into thinking he’s a woman to meet up with him for sex.

A unique theatre-documentary, with his own life as subject, You’re Not Alone is black comedy at its finest—a hilarious and ugly rampage through the fabric of human relationships.