the worst a man can get

Time for a shave, perhaps. Haven't bothered for a couple of weeks (perhaps an unconscious nod to the coldening weather) but going for a respectable meal in a respectable restaurant in a respectablish (relatively) town with Nicky, Stuart, Fiona, Scott, Joanne, Kirsty and the marvellously healthy Doug. I agree to shave merely because I am getting away with wearing comfortable trainer-shoes rather than stupid shiny shoes, comfortable trousers and a shirt which although it looks slightly stained in fact just has unfortunate variations of colour across it. It was really dark anyway and I'm sure everyone is far too polite to say anything.
The Pinewood in Prestwick: simple, 70s-style basicfood menu but decently cooked and supported by reasonable if not particularly adventurous wines. In a concession to the forthcoming purchasing season I had the Festive Broth (not sure, contained Turkey and Barley) and a simple steak seeing as all the fancy steaks had inedible components. Cracking dessert which I will not name due to the silly christmassy nature of the dessert menu's names. Last but not least was the excellent REFILLED COFFEE which is so rare it deserves capitals.

Would have posted this on the day but I was hindered by Nicky's dad's unbelievably slow equipment. Just had the file cropped and primped when the taxi arrived. Still, the review made the press.