Deaf by dinner

I have just returned from my sole weekly religious ramble, that is, to collect the guilty pleasure that is a paper version of The Sunday Times. Far more effective and less expensive, I might add, than swatting flies with an iPad.

There were three young ladies in the shop, dropping off an assortment of Yodelised parcels for despatch (as opposed to "dispatch" - that is a 'something' that is "sent by speed" which I suspect Yodel cannot be justly accused of).

 

Their conversation was a model of spoken English. One of the young ladies mentioned that their Christmas dinner tomorrow, after the King's Speech no less, (not too sure whether they will be listening to HRM the King by his replantable Christmas tree - the Palace has NOT cut the roots off, intending to return it to pasture on the 13th day - or whether they mean the Colin Firth film) will be "to die for".

 

This, to me, seemed a rather terminal outcome for a Festive family dinner. However, she qualified what she had said in her following sentence by saying dinner was going to be "unreal" and "so sick".

So plainly, she and her family do have euthanasia in mind. Given the way they were speaking, the Bolton equivalent to the way the cast of EastEnders speak Estuary English, I wonder if they are in any way related? 

 

Although in both Bolton and EastEnders, the ending of a life results in "deaf", something an Austrian friend of mind cannot comprehend, he having been taught in English class all those years ago that the word is "death" with a "th" and has nothing to do with hearing.