(Series 28, ep.31) Connie Beauchamp (Amanda Mealing, as if that needed saying) made her much anticipated return to Holby City hospital last night – albeit via the ED entrance in Cardiff rather than the Wyvern Wing entrance in Borehamwood.
She was accorded the traditional “foxy female” arrival – a taxi door opens and we see killer heels, legs clad in trousers that say “I’m here to do business – but in style,” then the full gloriousness of Connie and her new, longer hair.
She was accorded many a “Phwoar”-type glance from any male she passed and a “who is that fabulous woman?” glance from the women. The wardrobe department had also given her the most figure-flattering set of scrubs ever seen in the NHS.
The scrubs were part of the reason why I didn’t feel quite relaxed with this Casualty debut, though. I’m used to Connie only wearing scrubs in theatre. The rest of the time she’s supposed to wear something stylish and perfectly accessorised and swan from bed to bed dispensing “Let’s just wait for the test results, shall we?” brisk kindliness to the patients and snappy “Why am I still waiting for those test results?” to junior doctors and nurses.
On Holby City she also had a context and everyone knew her. Here, people said they knew her (Cal had attended a guest lecture she did at UCL, Charlie welcomed her like the grizzled old spirit of the hospital he is and Selfie was on hand to pretend he’s in charge and knows everything), but it would have made all the difference if they could have lured Paul Bradley to Cardiff for an afternoon so Elliot Hope could have popped downstairs to welcome his dear friend back to her old stamping ground.
The rest of the episode was okay. Tina O’Brien got another guest slot, and Connie and Jeff got to do some dramatic stuff on some lighting rigging at an accident at a concert venue. Dr Zoe Hanna was satisfyingly ruffled by Connie’s arrival and I’m looking forward to those two locking horns some more – as long as they can eventually find a way to work together. I’d be gutted if Zoe left and I was worried by the fact that the aforementioned wardrobe department had given Zoe (my mum calls her “Bust and Bum”) possibly her least-flattering outfit ever. It was almost as if she couldn’t be quite as fabulous as usual in case it detracted from the lovely Connie.
So my general verdict is that it’s wonderful to have the toughest cookie ever to grace the corridors of Holby (almost) back where she belongs, but it’s going to take a while for me to shake my Holby view of things and properly get to grips with the idea that #BeauchampIsBack