Seniority Rules

Down in Wexford today, on the South-East coast.
Arrived just as Dawn did what Dawn does....
Had a few minutes to spare, saw this, and liked it, because....

The older the ship, the better the berth.
(The little goer, right of frame, ancient and wearing it well, bears just the tag "Wexford")
(The rest take a number...)
Met my ex-Editor, had a chat....
"Any craic?"
"Any moves?"
"No."
"Any Work?"
"Yes, anything you have"
"Any money for it?"
"No."
"Fuck that so..."

Freelancing for years for those -bags, and come a little hardship, dropped like a hot snot.
Photographers remember....
But, then again, photographers are ten-a-penny nowadays....

Addendum; Wexford corrals some of the ugliest specimens of (alleged) humanity in Christendom, coupled with a "gnawsious" accent.
May the whole place slip into the sea, never to rise again.

(Got some nice gruyere and basil pesto, tho, so not all is lost....)