The borderline sellout is BACK.

“A complex metaphor for the social understanding of madness” (The Play’s The Thing), That’s Not My Name is 75 minutes of genre-defying and mind-bending carnage using stand-up, spoken word and schizophasia to call out the insanity of Psychiatry and the Personality Disorder diagnosis.

THIS is NOT a show about mental health. THIS is a DISORDER.

We’re just joking…
We’re HALF joking…
We’re BORDERLINE joking.

Have we rehearsed it?
No comment.

Have we written it?
It depends.

Is there a script?
Ugh.

But it is a comedy, right?
A comedy about severe mental illness?! Who would do such a thing?!

You. You psychopath.
Fair enough.

So it’s a PLAY?
No it’s not a f*cking play. F*ck off with all the questions.