Get rid of it
Another real-life addition to the Angry Drunk set.
Now, I may have given the impression in my last post that I don't like the Toast Martinborough event, which isn't the case. It's not for me, but I think it's a fine idea indeed.
A Wellington event I have nothing but contempt for however is the Rugby Sevens. Every year, Our Waitangi Day long-weekend is ruined by hordes of jocks, douche-bags and slappers dressed in their matching safety-in-numbers costumes who fill the bars with fuckwittery, and the streets with vomit, broken glass and sexual harassment. I'm being general and unfair here, but bear with me. As I've said, rugby, dressin' up and drinkin' in the daytime are all great, but this event brings out the worst. Like the dude above who I saw.
When this dick and his sexually-frustrated mates are nice and horsed from the dozen tasteless Steinlager Pure they've each smashed back, I'm sure stomping through town in their matching afro wigs shouting 'Tits out for the boys!' aggressively at every passing woman seems like a right harmless lark and a bit of laddish fun to them. To everyone watching, it looks like something else: a date rape parade.
Fuck the Sevens.