(Series 31, ep. 43 ‘Somewhere Between Silences Part 2’ by Jeff Povey) Okay Casualty, you’ve lured me back with your gimmicky promise of an exciting “one shot” episode next week. Which means I needed a bit of context. You can’t just turn up cold for a one-shot, you know.
First thing to say about this week’s episode is – George Rainsford. Blimey. Acting on a Shakespearean level there, all suppressed grief and rage and ethical conflict. Pitched against this was the dwindling family of racist thugs, the Ellissons. Papa Ellisson has expired previously. One of his sons (the nasty one, Scott) spent this week’s episode in a “will he ever walk again?” situation after falling from the Casualty mezzanine, which should surely have had some kind of mesh fitted after lovely nurse Sam Colloby tumbled off it years ago. The good news (for Scott) was there was no reason why he wouldn’t walk again, but the bad news (for Scott) was that now he almost certainly won’t walk again, because he’s dead. Continue reading
(Series 31, ep. 16) I haven’t seen Casualty for quite a while now, but dipping back into it this week it didn’t feel like I’d missed much.
The Ethan/Cal/Alicia love triangle is still a thing, with Cal well ahead at the start of the episode, but Ethan once again in the ascendant by the end. Ethan realised – for the umpteenth time – that Cal is a selfish twonk who (a) doesn’t deserve a brother as lovely as Ethan and (b) doesn’t deserve a girlfriend as lovely as Alicia. So he’s putting his own needs first. And Alicia’s needs, of course, because he’s a gentleman and he’s spotted that Alicia prefers him to Cal. This is perceptive of him, given that she’s been too polite to hurt Cal’s feelings by not kissing him in front of Ethan, because she’s sweet like that. I can’t help thinking that Ethan needs to set his romantic bar a bit higher. Continue reading
(Series 31, ep. 8) Fans of Holby City/Casualty crossovers will have spotted vicar Lexy Morrell (Jenny Howe) in the background, preparing to preside over the wedding of Robyn and Glen. The last wedding we saw her officiate at was between Arthur Digby and Morven Shreve, a union which ended up being all too brief. Robyn’s wedding didn’t even get to the “will you take this man” bit, because the man had already legged it.
Poor Robyn. I expect Glen thought he was doing her a good turn by not putting her through the anguish of watching him die, but he’s wrong. And particularly now we know (though Glen doesn’t) that she’s pregnant.
Meanwhile, Connie Beauchamp was back at work, and was being horrible to Elle and Jacob. I’m probably not going to make myself popular at all when I say that Connie is really getting on my nerves at the moment. We’re meant to cut her all sorts of slack because of Grace, and because she’s Connie, but this week she put patients at risk and was patronising and dismissive of a man who’s shown her nothing but patience, understanding and love, and a colleague who was only trying to help.
Grace opened her eyes a little bit, so maybe now she’ll make a speedy recovery and Connie can relax a bit and get less nasty. I hope.
(Series 31, ep. 3) A man was struck by lightning near the beginning of this episode, and his wife said it was nature’s way of letting him know he’d been too cautious and had to embrace new experiences. Personally the lesson I took from it is not to hang out of a metal-framed window during a thunder storm, but that’s me being excessively cautious again.
The lightning message resonated with Robyn, whose boyfriend Glen only has two years to live. He doesn’t have a “bucket list” but Robyn does, so they’ve started on her bucket list with a trip to Euro Disney. Bless. Continue reading
(Series 31, ep. 1) For four long weeks we’ve had to wait to find out whether Connie and Grace were going to survive their car plunging down a ravine. Nail-biting tension! But it turned out that that was just a starter tragedy, before the main course of full-on mayhem ensued.
It was the 30th anniversary of the day Charlie Fairhead first walked into Holby ED, with a bit more hair and a Bristol accent, but otherwise basically the same wise, sensible and Special person he is today. Charlie’s first day was also the first episode of Casualty, so this was a double celebration, and the episode had to be even more spectacular than the magnificent cake Noel had organised. Continue reading
(Series 30, ep. 36) Is it just me or is Big Mac nothing but a misery drain? He seems to lurch from one crisis to the next. It’s not been five minutes (ok, a year) since he was raiding Robyn’s food bank cupboard and living on a diet of beans and mandarin segments because he was skint. Now he’s addicted to painkillers and has taken to stealing pills from patients and their relatives.
Luckily for him, he has Charlie on his side. Good old Charlie, who makes sure Big Mac goes to his Narcotics Anonymous meetings, and locks away the stolen prescription meds for safekeeping. In his own locker. Oh, Charlie. Even those of us who hadn’t watched the summer trailer yet could tell exactly where that’s going to lead.
Meanwhile, Connie was introducing herself to the world of school sports days and the super-competitiveness of other parents. Who knew it was such a social faux pas to win the parents’ egg and spoon race (without even the assistance of Blu-Tack to keep the egg on the spoon)? My favourite moment was when Connie changed her Louboutins for trainers: style, status and competitive drive in one easy lesson. And Connie finally seems to be bonding with darling Grace Sulky-Madam.
I dip in and out of Casualty a bit, and I’m sure that last time I looked Iain and Rita were very much smitten with each other. Under the influence of his new laddish colleague, Iain now seems a bit less smitten. When Rita found herself homeless, Iain agreed she could stay with him, but he’s making it clear that lovey-dovey coupledom is not on the cards. The twerp.
And, via a patient story about a woman who thought she was dying but actually wasn’t, Robyn managed to get a bit closer (not in a romantic sense) to Quiet David.
(Series 30, ep. 24) My opinion about Sam Strachan has completely changed from last week, when I described him as an “arrogant twonk.” The phrase I would use now is “complete tit.” Whereas Jacob Masters has now achieved the status of The World’s Most Perfect Boyfriend, if you ignore the fact that he calls Connie “sweet cheeks.” Continue reading