I saw that idiot walking along the tracks with the kid in tow. I was the driver of the train at Featherston Railway Station that departeded heading towards them about the same time they got off the tracks.

Mind you, that was mild compared with some of the idiots (already half-pissed) were getting up to on the rail corridor in the Hutt Valley (most of them were in fancy dress) as the Sevens idiocy continued into the second day. And this morning, there were drunks passed out on most station platforms down the Hutt Valley when I passed through there. At Wellington Station, they had cleared all the assorted crashed-out drunks off the platforms and out of the place not long before I arrived, with the help of Chubb Security and the Police.