Being inebriated I didn't give them too much thought but as I drew near I saw they were all staring up at a man who had somehow made his way to the rooftop.
This sobered me up a bit and so I staggered across to them to try and find out what was going on.
They parted as they saw me arrive. "Can you do anything to help him?" one of them asked. His voice, although thickly accented, was concerned.
I peered up at the unfortunate.
"Are you alright mate?" I asked and then felt ridiculous.
"Just get away" he yelled back "I'm going to do it".
"Whoah" I called "now have you really thought this through? Is this what you want?"
"I'm sick of being told what to do" he cried "especially by my so called friends"
"But this is how you deal with that?" I called "Killing yourself?"
The man laughed. "I'm not killing myself" he scoffed "I'm about to fly"
I looked around me and the other men shook their heads. I sighed and stared back up.
"Mate" I called "I don't know what you've been reading but you can't fly. None of us can fly"
"Based on what?" he sneered.
"Fact" I countered.
"Yeah, right" he cried "and who made up those facts?"
"Listen" I pleaded "If you really want to prove it then do it from a smaller height"
"Then you'd just stop me from soaring" he yelled "I need to be right up here to do it properly"
"Look" I called "Nobody has ever flown before. It won't work"
"Yeah?" he cried "Then just watch this"
And we did. And we moved politely out of the way.
Afterwards, we all went back to the pub and got smashed.
True Story.