(Series 18, ep. 33) For those of us hoping for Hanssen to pull a miracle cure out of the bag for Digby, like he did for Ric Griffin, he is leaving it a little late. And I rather fear that if he was going to do it, he’d have done it in this episode.
There was a lot of Hanssen this week, as he’d decided to station himself on Keller for the day. The first thing we discovered about him is that his middle name is Love. It’s pronounced ‘Loovay,’ apparently, but his stethoscope is engraved with ‘Henrik Love Hanssen.’ It’s too delicious.
The stethoscope as a symbol of the practice and vocation of medicine, and Love as a symbol of, well, love, featured prominently in this episode, as Digby came to the realisation that the future he’d imagined for himself might be disappearing. Continue reading
(Series 30, ep. 34) I can’t even start to describe how much I’m going to miss Dr Zoe Hanna. She’s been my favourite Casualty character for as long as I remember, and not usually because of her medical skills (though she was brilliant at her job).
It’s Zoe’s sometimes questionable life choices that we’ll remember her for – staying up all night partying and getting involved with unsuitable men, waking up with a hangover and sucking the life out of a ciggie in the hospital car park while she suffered flashbacks of what might have happened the night before. It was her default setting and one she reverted to whenever life threatened to get too settled and sensible. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 26) If you see the phrase “Norse God” and immediately think “Henrik Hanssen,” you’d have agreed with whoever voted for him to win the Sexiest Doctor prize in the annual Holby Awards. He beat stiff competition from Oliver Valentine and Dr Raf Not-Smug for the accolade, and accepted it with the slightly ironic grace the situation demanded.
For other Norse gods we must turn to Digby, and his new hobby of making copper medallions of all our favourites from the Thor movies and giving them to his friends and colleagues to wear (I was quite pleased that Loki was meant for Dominic). Never mind that it turned their skin green, it kept him occupied and that’s what he needs at the moment.
What he doesn’t really need is people pussy-footing around him, but that’s what darling Dominic spent most of the day doing, because he wants to help. Sadly with the best will in the world you’re not going to be able to stop a doctor with cancer coming across patients with cancer, and Dominic realised (with Sacha’s help) that the best way to help Digby was to be normal around him. Which meant the skin-discolouring Norse god (the medal, not Hanssen) had to go for a start. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 20) No news about Ric and the pain in his side this week. He was briefly glimpsed and he seemed healthy enough – no sign of a “Nnngh!” So maybe he’s fine after all.
Or maybe, if his cancer has come back, it’s just been parked for a while as the ever-circling poo bird of fate prepares to drop its load on poor Digby.
While having a blood test to see if he could donate a bit of his liver to Morven’s dad, Digby took his top off in case he barfed down it. Essie didn’t think to hand him a cardboard sick bowl, because she was too busy staring at
his manly physique a mole on his back. Continue reading