Indeed. Dunno where the 'gown' bit came from.
Now, in Scots (best translation I can do seeing as some of it really doesn't make sense - pissing in a crisps packet?);
Bloody 'ell. Had to catch the Clockwork Orange down to the chippy for some grub, but found oot the bog in me flat had gone a bit Pete Tong. And after spending ages in the lift, too. I'd had a bit too much of the bevvy that night, so ah whipped ma todger out and pished into an empty bag of crisps (Walkers salt n vinegar if you must know) - any port in a storm and all that. Anyways, ah parked ma arse on the sofa to watch the telly, only for my mate to give me a ring on the moblie asking for me to grab him some grub from the Spar and pick up his dry cleaning. To which, of course, I told him to get tae feck.