(Series 18, ep. 9) You know I’m not a violent person, but by the end of this episode I wanted to kick something. Anything, but preferably Nurse Fran Reynolds.
Alarm bells should have been ringing as soon as she announced to Jac that cardiothoracics is her “passion.” That’s a word that’s used all over the place – we’ve probably all bought a sandwich from a company that declares itself to be “passionate” about sandwiches.
Passion goes down very well at Holby these days. Essie has already been praised for hers, and in this episode Jesse was praised for his (passion and compassion, but more of that later). Passion manifests itself in different ways, though. For Jac Naylor, passion for the job means working hard, being excellent, always improving. What it doesn’t mean is all the touchy-feely stuff that Fran thinks it means. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep.6) The Mythical St James’s is apparently real enough to have its own quiz team, according to Fletch. In fact I’m sure they have an A&E department as well (which occasionally gets used if Charlie is a bit over-stretched on Casualty). If only Nicole Brady had gone to St James’s to haemorrhage, Nurse Cara Martinez might have had a quieter shift and we wouldn’t have had to endure her husband, Jed “Alias” Martinez, bleating on at her again about how he’s so close to making an arrest he can’t possibly peep out from behind his undercovers.
Instead we had Bad Man Sean Brady stalking the AAU corridors holding the baby and eventually discovering the truth about who the real father is. Pausing only to put the baby down, he proceeded to give Jed the good kicking we’ve all felt he deserved for weeks, until Cara knocked Brady out with a swift whack with a crutch. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep. 43) July must be a slow month in the Holby calendar as far as births are concerned, because for the second week running top Obs & Gynae consultant Mr T (MR T!!!) was busying himself being supportve by Adele’s bedside, and laying on frothy coffee “and a selection of delicious cakes” to comfort the worried relatives. This didn’t include Jesse, who spent most of the episode looking after the daughter of a former girlfriend who had to have her brain fixed before she could speak his and convince him that he was proper fiancé material.
With Adele not showing much sign of improvement, Mo got rather emotional by the bedside and told Adele to come back, because Mo needed her. There’s nothing Adele likes more than being needed, so she woke up. Hurrah! She needs to get better ASAP, because that Nobel Prize won’t win itself.
Fletch’s conscience was bothering him, because he is A Good Man (as the episode was properly titled), so he ‘fessed up to Mo. She said as soon as Adele woke up, she’d be going to the police. After Adele did wake up, Mo decided she couldn’t deprive Fletch’s kids of their dad (because she is A Good Woman), so she’s given him a month to find a new hospital. There’s a mythical one just down the road he might try…
Meanwhile, Fletch had promised his son some chocolate, and when he found a pound coin he tried to use it in the vending machine. When the chocolate failed to drop, he gave the machine a good kicking, which was witnessed by Dr Raf Not-Smug. In the second big emotional scene of the episode, Fletch told Raf how he got into debt, and Raf – sweetheart of a man that he is – said he would give/lend Fletch all the money he needs to get out of trouble, plus he offered to put Fletch and the Fletchlings up at Not-Smug Towers so they didn’t have to stay in a dodgy B&B.
When fortune turns, it turns good and proper – and as Fletch was walking past the vending machine, the chocolate bar dropped out. He did a little happy-dance just as Hanssen loomed behind him. “I hope the chocolate bar you’re wielding lives up to the expectations you’re ascribing to it,” said Hanssen. “It’s not a chocolate bar,” said Fletch. “It’s a fresh start.” It’s a metaphor, that’s what it is.
On Darwin, Elliot has decided to dub the Valentine/March combo “Team Oz,” not because they’re off to see the wizard, but because it’s their initials. They do make a lovely team, too. They snipe like they’re in a rom-com, they infuriate each other and they make each other smile. They’re adorable. There’s just one fly in the ointment – Slimy Seb, or “my boyfriend,” as Zosia refers to him. Gah! Can’t she see that the man has terrible dress sense and his red sporty car is just a little phallic symbol on wheels?
(apologies for lack of photos and odd formatting – I’m currently somewhere near a glacier in Norway. Normal service will resume next week).
(Series 17, ep. 34) Adele had a dizzy turn, which for an otherwise healthy female on Holby generally leads to a visit to the glorious Mr T (MR T!!!). Was Adele pregnant with a little Law? The home pregnancy test said yes, but the scan said no. What she had was actually a cyst that may or may not be malignant. Mr T has whipped it out and sent it to the lab, but we’ll have to wait for the results.
What was Jesse doing while all this was going on? He was being offered a job on Selfie’s neuro team and some kind of temporary gig in America (though in LA rather than Chicago, because Chicago now has its full official quota of ex-Holby people). Jesse had about five minutes to ponder this before Hanssen loomed up to tell him that Selfie’s offer was career suicide. “Putting one’s self first isn’t always the best way forward,” he said. Was the pun intentional? Obviously it was, because I can’t imagine anything about Hanssen being unintentional. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.19) In this episode, Mary-Claire faced everyone’s worst nightmare – trying not to laugh at a very poorly executed tattoo. But she’s a professional, and the tattoo was on her patient, so she didn’t laugh. James, the patient, thought she was laughing at one point, and fairly soon she was barricaded in a cupboard with him while he insisted that she removed the tattoo for him with only a sharp knife to help her. That’s how much he really hated that tattoo (which had a look of Michael Jackson crossed with Davina McCall on Camoxidan about it). Continue reading