White trousers, white shoes, dark socks!! No wonder the chair didn't want to be sat upon! Indeed for the first half of this clever drama, it totally rejects every effort made by this sartorially challenged guy to get his backside anywhere near it. Admitting defeat, the human tries a different tack. He just decides to sit on the ground and ignore the chair altogether. That seems to temporarily outmanoeuvre the now neglected and almost pouty seat, but soon hostilities, of sorts, resume and the antics of both man and furniture become more frenetic, as does Ravi Shankar's lively sitar score: but is anyone actually going to get a seat? This is an entertainingly (and magnetically?) staged war of attrition that whizzes through it's ten minute duration and it made me smile.

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