I worked as a Relief Auxillary Nurse in the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary when a student in the sixties. I whizzed about trying to do my best. The ward cleaner said "Dinnae knock yer pan in, hain!" (Don't wear yourself out)
My husband wore his best African outfit to a Morris dance festival, the Potty Festival in Sheringham, Norfolk. A passing pair of aggressive-looking young lads gazed at his get-up, then one said in an awestruck voice, "LOVE the threads, man!"