(Series 13 Ep.34) Chrissie, Marie-Claire, Elizabeth and the nurses who always hover in the background but never speak have been keeping Holby going, nurse-wise, since The Radiant Donna left for Liverpool. With Maria a distant memory, and Pale Thin Nurse Nicky Van Barr having been “let go,” it was about time that some new nurses appeared. This week saw the arrival of not one but two: Eddi McKee (Sarah-Jane Potts) and Chantelle Lane (Lauren Drummond).
I think it’s safe to assume that these two are not going to turn out to be bezzy mates like Donna and Maria. Chantelle is all fluffy and ditzy and a wee bit useless, though to be fair to her she can “get a cannula in anything,” a talent which instantly won her the approval of Young Dr Oliver Valentine.
She did not get the approval of Eddi, who arrived somewhat unconventionally when she accompanied a man with a penile injury. We weren’t told exactly what he and Eddi had been up to in the back of a taxi when the injury occurred, but if you’ve read The World According to Garp you may think he had a lucky escape. Anyway, as an entrance to the show it beats the usual “almost having a car crash in the car park” route. Sacha assumed Eddi was a prostitute, but he was ever so glad when it turned out that not only was she a nurse, but she was a really efficient nurse. He offered her a job on the spot (without checking that she actually had any qualifications, that she was who she said she was and not an axe-wielding murderer and other minor administrative details). Eddi and Chantelle both have the makings of excellent characters. Chantelle is all soft and smiley – her first meeting with Hanssen was hilarious – and Eddi is spiky, brusque and independent.
Talking of women who are spiky, brusque and independent, the very apogee of those qualities, the divinity that is Jac Naylor, was a woman on a mission this week, the mission being to oust Plastic Bhatti and his little friend Michael Spence off her CT ward for good. Trying to reason with Hanssen wasn’t getting anywhere, apart from an educational little foray into Swedish culture. Had she heard of surströmming, he wondered. This was a dish of fish “fermented to the point if putrefaction.” And, like sharing an operating theatre with the plastics people, it was “an acquired taste – but one I suggest you acquire sooner rather than later.” I don’t think they serve it at the coffee bar on the ground floor, though.
Jac thought she’d found the ammunition she needed when she unpacked one of Spence & Bhatti’s parcels of breast implants to discover they’d come from Mrs Plastic Bhatti’s plastic booby factory. Corruption! Treachery! And surely enough of a weapon to take to Hanssen and get the gruesome twosome ejected from Darwin, if not the entire hospital. “I heart today!” a triumphant Jac told Michael, as she confronted him in the lift. But he was holding a trump card, or rather a trump file, which outlined management plans to move cardiothoracics to the dreaded St James’s. But there just might be room at Holby for one CT consultant, he told her, and if Jac keeps shtum about the bogus boobs then that person could be her. Though would a one-woman CT department be enough of an empire for Jac? Surely what she wants in life is what Darwin was always supposed to be, a state-of-the-art facility renowned throughout Holby and, heck, even the whole of the UK.
Meanwhile, we gained further insights into why Funny Little Nurse Tate always looks worried, when her mother turned up. Not a mentally well woman, Ma Tate. A bit of a handful, in fact, and she is now a burden that Elizabeth feels she has to bear. Her perma-frown is soon going to be so deep that no amount of botox will shift it.
Next time: Some interesting job opportunities for Jac, a hangover for Eddi and post-snog embarrassment makes Dan even more useless than usual when he has to work with Malick.
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