(Series 18, ep. 18) We all thought we’d seen the last of That Lee, the dastardly villain who broke Dominic’s heart, and stole his mother’s running away money and Digby’s granddad’s medals. But no – there was another nasty twist to the tale.
When Dominic’s patient Alison told Dominic he reminded her of her husband, she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. Everybody else could, as soon as her husband was revealed to be none other than Lee. He insisted that he really loved Dominic, but Alison was pregnant and soon Lee and Dominic were fighting in the staff room, where someone had left a handy cake knife. Ric Griffin waded into the fray, and the ensuing fight scene was rather gripping and well done. Someone got stabbed – but who was the stabber and who was the stabbee? Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 15) There was a moment in this episode when I thought things were turning against Henrik Hanssen in his battle with Selfie for control of the hospital. Selfie was trying his best to line up allies. He had Ric Griffin on Team Self for pragmatic rather than heartfelt reasons, but still, Ric is a very big deal. Selfie also offered Jac Naylor the post of Clinical Ambassador if she would support him and it briefly seemed like she might be swayed. She turned it down, which was obviously the right decision, but it cheated me out of the opportunity to use the phrase, “Ambassador, with these balloon stents you are really spoiling us.” Continue reading
(Series 30, ep. 19) The Mythical St James’s called a black alert, which meant they were swamped with the kind of patients who don’t have an interesting back-story and are therefore of no use at Holby. The mythical doors were firmly closed to all accidents and emergencies, so everyone was routed to Holby City Hospital instead. Despite going almost code black themselves, Holby are made of sterner stuff than St James’s (obvs) and it wasn’t long before Lofty was proving his promotional credentials by helping to set up and run a big triage tent in the car park.
The triage tent was Connie’s idea, and she had to push it past Henrik Hanssen, who was in the department to add his own blend of glamour and terror to Lofty’s interview and the rest of the proceedings. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 10) Carli Norris must be a brilliant actor. Fran Reynolds started her Holby life as a fun-loving, funny, caring person (I think I described her as “relatable”), friend of Essie, amusing thorn in Sacha’s side, always available for a bit of plain-speaking relationship advice whether it was asked for or not. And in the last couple of episodes I don’t think there’s been a character I’ve wanted to slap more – at least not since Sahira Shah left. To be so believable in both roles (as the same person) takes skill.
Character-wise, I suppose Fran’s fondness for Selfie should have rung alarm bells, but otherwise there was nothing to suggest that the mere sight of Jac Naylor would have her turning to the dark side so thoroughly. There’s obviously something behind it – there’s history between the two of them, which Jac is unaware of and which looks like becoming clear in the next episode. Continue reading
(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