(Series 15, ep.1) The sad truth for the intoxicated is that you either have to take more of whatever got you high to keep you there, or you have to face the come down afterwards.
This is very much how I felt watching this week’s Holby. Not that the series opener (I love how a new series starts a mere seven days after the old one ended) wasn’t a perfectly serviceable piece of telly, because it was. In parts it was actually pretty good. It just didn’t stand up so well compared to last week‘s near-perfection.
Last week’s episode had one writer (Justin Young) and this week there were three people listed on the credits (Martha Hillier, Dana Fainaru and Julia Gilbert). There were also three story lines, and I wonder whether they were given one each. If they were, the person who got the Eddi and Luc storyline fared the best. For her own good, Eddi had been ring-fenced, like John Stape ring-fenced Rosie Webster in Corrie. Luc had driven her in the camper van to the grounds of an unspecified stately home he’s allowed to camp in and planned to keep her there until all the nasty camoxidan was out of her system.
Ooh, it’s scary stuff, that camoxidan. In the space of a couple of weeks Eddi has gone from being the Best Nurse in the Hospital to being a puking, twitching mess in the throes of withdrawal. She tried to steal Luc’s camper van to get away, but only succeeded in getting it stuck in the mud. Just as well – I can just picture her barrelling along the fictional byroads of Wyvern like a Casualty episode waiting to happen. It’s clear that her drug of (Wolfie’s) choice has addled her brain – who wouldn’t want to be stuck in a pleasant field near a pleasant river with Luc and all the amenities of his luxury wheeled dwelling? I’d certainly be prepared to give it a go. Luc was adorable – and possibly more than a tad guilty for abandoning her and thus being the cause of her falling into Wolfie’s arms and evil ways – and it’s clear he’s going to sit it out with her and stand by her through whatever she’s going to go through.
I expect Oliver Valentine would be just like that with Tara, but she’s not giving him a chance, because she still hasn’t told him about her brain tumour. She was given a patient this week whose boyfriend was unaware of her heart condition (top of the transplant list standard of heart condition, too). This poor patient was obviously only there to speak Tara’s brains, and it was clear from Oliver’s reaction that he feels loved ones should be kept in the loop with this sort of thing. Tara’s own feelings about her illness influenced how she treated the patient, with the result that Elliott went to Hanssen to say that maybe Tara wasn’t suited to the hurly burly of Darwin. Hanssen told Elliott the reason for Tara’s behaviour – so now Elliott knows and it can only be a matter of time before Oliver finds out too, probably by Tara keeling over and going, “Nnnngh!” in a corridor somewhere.
Hanssen, meanwhile, was mostly occupied by fending off an annoying reporter. This was the least interesting of the three story lines, mainly because I couldn’t be bothered to follow the ins and outs of whatever set of initiatives Hanssen was, or wasn’t, meant to be supporting. What I did enjoy was the little frisson between him and PR lady Sinead Bainbridge. Ms Bainbridge is attractive and smart, and there was definitely a little bit of flirting going on.
Next time: One of those surreal crossover moments, when they let Charlie Fairhead upstairs to interview Chantelle. And can Eddi get through a shift without her drug of choice?
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