(Series 13, Ep.44) I really think the Holby scriptwriters should have gone with my idea (and – hello? I am available, and ready to respond to the call whenever it comes) – that Henrik Hanssen and Sahira Shah the Registrah were secretly married. That would have been a very interesting dynamic indeed. As it is, he’s besotted with the world’s weepiest CT surgeon and I’m going to start calling him Hankering Hanssen if he doesn’t shape up quickly.
Possibly those lovely scriptwriters have got something up their sleeves which will turn this whole situation around – after all, we’ve never met Mr Shah, we know nothing of Hanssen’s home life and very little about their shared past, so skeletons may well tumble out of cupboards. Just pray they do it soon, because it’s a waste of a tall, arrogant man otherwise.
Though it did lead to the best lines of the episode. A patient (who was the ex-wife of that Cunningham bloke who swans in occasionally and annoys people, but more of him later) was majorly flirting with Holby’s tallest Swedish surgeon. It took Sahira to point this out. “She was flirting with you, Henrik,” she pouted. “You do know what flirting is, don’t you?” Hanssen looked bashful. “I did wonder, when she took her clothes off,” he said. She had taken her clothes off, as well, revealing that her bra exactly matched her blouse, both being a lovely shade of teal. I used to very much admire Fallon in Dynasty, who always seemed to be wearing a bra that was the same colour as her outer clothing. She must have had a vast suite of bras.
But I digress. Back to that nasty Mr Cunningham, who informed Hanssen at the end that Holby’s CT department is going to close. Close! Altogether! The legacy of Anton Meyer, Nick Jordan, Connie Beauchamp, Joseph Byrne, Elliott Hope, Jac Naylor… Closing! Altogether! (You can tell I’m upset). Anyone with a dodgy heart in Holby will, in future, be directed to The Mythical St James’s. I think we should get a petition up.
Meanwhile… it was Sacha’s turn this week to get over-involved with a patient, when he mishandled a case. This gave Eddi the opportunity to pull some of her “disapproving” faces at him and tell him off for not being professional. There was no sign of Lulu or Frieda, so Eddi had time on her hands to do this, not being busy winding up Lulu and pulling her vast range of “amused” faces.
Malick had a busy shift as well. Ric was going to let him assist with a kidney transplant, but it was just Malick’s luck that, after weeks of not being allowed near an operating theatre, he was also called upon to do a bowel resection for a nervous patient, in the same afternoon. There was a lot of running around, the bowel resection man’s mother died in the relatives’ room, the nervous man legged it but Malick spotted him through the Window of Regret and legged it after him and… well, it all boils down to Lessons Learned about compassion and caring about your patient for Malick. Via this type of trial the eager, volatile young apprentice will eventually become as wise and omniscient as the Sainted Ric.
We saw the merest glimpse of Irish Dr Greg, who is reacting to his recent upsets by going out with Young Dr Oliver Valentine and getting hammered, in the proud tradition of Donna, Maria and Maddy. And FLNT smiled! She turned that frown upside down and actually seemed slightly happier this week. It can’t last.
Next time: Elliott’s back! Hurrah! But he’s up for a job at The Mythical St james’s. Nooooo!!!!! Someone send for Connie – she could be back in a couple of hours on the Eurostar!
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