I will make sure Meena gets some nice new clothes when she arrives in Scotland.
I’ll even let her pick them herself.
Hi Meena 
Hi Radge (fake overacting smile)
Come away in Meena. You’ll have had your tea? (Scottish for I’m not feeding you as you are not welcome)
I’ve eaten a nice truck driver on my way up Radge but I need to get out of these skanky trackie bottoms. Do you have any spare clothes that I could have? Raaargh?
Of course Meena. All the nice gear is packed neatly in the massive big wicker man in the back garden.
Oh Radge, you are so kind. I thought I’d have to wear these disgusting bottoms forever.
Aww not forever. Maybe for the next five minutes. Glad to be of help Meena.
Though I suspect those trackie bottoms will survive my wicker mannie. They will run out on their own they’re that manket.