Remember the days when people thought he was just in this doctoring lark for a fast buck, when he liked to inhabit the worlds of Holby Care and the more designer end of cosmetic surgery, shimmering from breast implant to buttock augmentation with as much graceful ease as his tight trousers would allow?
These days his trousers are a slightly more forgiving cut, he’s sporting that delicious grizzled facial hair look, and most of all, he cares deeply about his patients. In a storyline that reached an emotional climax this week, he became very involved in the case of Seb, a young man dying of cancer whose family had apparently abandoned him. Michael’s own feelings of inadequacy as a parent came into play, particularly when his daughter Jasmine turned up on a visit from America and became friends with Seb herself.
As an emotional balance, Hanssen was back this week (hurrah!) counselling professionalism and detachment. Obviously Michael ignored him – “For an ice man like you maybe it’s just another day at the office!” Michael told him, in yet another “hell, yeah” moment. The scene where Seb died was wonderfully acted by Hari Dhillon and Dylan Llewellyn (and beautifully written by Julia Gilbert), and I bet Michael Spence’s weren’t the only tears flowing.
On Darwin, Elliot Hope agreed to go to the opera with Psychiatrist Sharon, and then chickened out when Mo, Jonny and Jac told him it was officially a date. They then had to persuade him to re-invite himself. Mo offered to buy him new pants and Jac reminded him that he was the same age as Madonna and it was about time he had a life. I should think the same could be said for Sharon. That woman seems to be the entire Psych department at the moment. She gets summoned to sort out the problems of staff and patients alike, and even had Oliver Valentine ringing her up at home. She definitely deserves a night at the opera and a man with fresh pants.
Somehow mention of the word “pants” brings me to Dr Posh. Is it just me, or is he getting more annoying every week? He started off this episode by knocking Digby off his bike and ended it getting a dressing-down from Hanssen for helping a disabled man to smoke cannabis to help his pain. If Hanssen had had concrete proof that this had happened, Dr Posh would have been suspended, but as it was, he got away with a warning. And when Hanssen says “You have been warned,” you know you have been.
I suppose we were meant to think Dr Posh was the sort of maverick like Michael Spence who would bend the rules for the benefit of his patient and good on him etc, but frankly he’s just too smug and the way he plays off Dr Honey and Mary-Claire is very annoying. Not that I care about Dr Honey, and Mary-Claire can stick up for herself, but it’s just that we’re expected to buy into the notion that he’s God’s gift.
Talking of little gifts, it’s time for Pregnancy Watch. Jac appears to be suffering badly with morning sickness, but is calling it “something I ate.” She’s gone off coffee, but her enthusiasm for carbs is wonderful to behold, particularly when she gets them via the medium of ticking off Elliot about his bad diet then snarfing his baguette. She’s also showing her cheeky, fun side a bit more and is even acting like she’s part of a team. Who knew hormones could be so powerful?
Next time: Malick’s back – but is it goodbye to the beautiful blue eyes of Young Dr Oliver Valentine? (Not just his eyes, obvs).
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