urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dearwensleydale Jeremy Wensleydale Jeremy Wensleydale 2005-08-18T02:29:03Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dearwensleydale:621 2005-08-18T02:29:03Z 2005-08-18T02:29:03Z Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, Queen Hmm...working isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be. I've just been hired as the sous chef at Tadfield Manor, and already I've been kicked to the curb by a taxi, wandered around, found my room (which is lovely, by the way- I must thank <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_sister_mary_laq' lj:user='sister_mary_laq' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://sister-mary-laq.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://sister-mary-laq.livejournal.com/'><b>sister_mary_laq</b></a></span> when I actually see her), met Adam for the first time in months, had him tell me that the Apocalypse is being brought about <i>again</i> and then wander off as cool as you please, then had a customer request snake flambe and virgin blood. Well. Live at the Manor seems to be getting odder and odder by the moment, and I've barely been there half a day.