I went to my local pub last night, and had a few beverages. My friend had disappeared outside for a smoke, and I was left facing the back of the person on the table infront of me. I noted he was leaning slightly to the left. Then he was leaning further to the left. And further. When my friend returned he asked me what I was staring at. I told him I was staring at this bloke, leaning. He asked why. I said I didn't know. So we both stared at the man leaning in his chair. We didn't know why, but we stared. Inch by inch he was definitely moving further to the left. No need for conversation; this was the most enthralling paint drying exercise I have ever taken part in. All of a sudden, he leaned a little further; his arm fell off his leg and he toppled off his chair. And stayed there, on the floor, curled. A slight sense of guilt filled the air around our table, that we may have been staring at a dead man for quite some time. But he wasn't dead. He got up, sat down, and finished his pint. My friend turned to me and asked if I wanted another drink. I said yes. We didn't discuss it further. I got home, and realised it was all a bit weird, so I am documenting it here.
A man fell off his chair