I just HAD to share the conversation I overheard today, because if I’d heard it from, say, The Two Ronnies or even Harry Enfield & Kathy Burke I’d have been rolling in the aisles.
Somehow in a bank queue that wouldn’t have felt like appropriate behaviour … anyway:
You know how you suddenly hear a word spoken in the background hubbub and find yourself tuning into a particular conversation? The two old dears behind me were complaining about how they had to stand for so long on a hot day waiting to be served, and the bloke behind them suddenly chipped in that last week someone had had an “epp-electric” fit in the queue.
Well I bit my lip and ignored that, but it set Sissy & Ada off on the inevitable conversation about friends with increasingly serious diseases, which included the following glorious piece of linguistic ignorance about the unavoidable consequence of motor-neurone disease (apols to anyone with suffering relatives).
Sissy: “Well she was told she wouldn’t even be able to swallow, and she couldn’t bear that, so she got ‘er ‘usband to take ‘er for that, y’know … Euronasia.
Ada: “Euthanasia?” [Obviously the brains of the outfit here]
Sissy: “No, she was old and they went to Switzerland”
I almost had to feign an epp-electric fit of my own to avoid wetting myself …