(Series 26, Ep.2) Anyone looking forward to seeing how last week’s new paramedics, Omar and Tamzin, were getting on will have been disappointed. There was no sign of them, and instead we got to meet two new nurses.
Like Omar and Tamzin, Lloyd and Scarlett are both pretty, because Casualty only employs pretty staff these days (Big Mac is lucky he got his job when he did). Scarlett is, in fact, so pretty that people ask her out on dates and tell her she’s fit every five minutes, which must be terribly draining. As a nurse, she’s one of these not terribly good with a cannula but marvellous at working out people’s inner feelings types. Lloyd, on the other hand, likes nothing better than to fling himself into resus and be on the front line when things are going beep, but he somewhat misjudges situations.
It’s nothing Charlie hasn’t seen before, of course. He’s done more staff inductions than you can shake a stick at. So many that Lovely Staff Nurse Faldren can recite his various motivational speeches word for word. Ticking them off as they occur forms the classic pub game “Charlie Bingo,” which is the perfect spirit-enlivener following a hard day among the bedpans.
Scarlett, after a shaky start, rescued her reputation with Dr Ruth Winters by spotting that her patient, the daughter of Holby’s premier plastic surgeon, was simply in need of a bit of paternal affection. All very well, but I was left spluttering, “Who is this Professor Michael Fitch? Who is he?” Anyone who watches Holby City knows that the entire plastics department currently consists of Michael Spence and Plastic Bhatti. They’ve never even mentioned a Prof Fitch. Sometimes I wish Casualty and Holby would get their heads together a bit more, or else quit pretending that it’s all the same hospital.
Posted by PLA (more Casualty reviews here)