(Series 17, ep.50) I’m not sure I can even start to do justice to last night’s episode. The only word for it is “special.” For a start, the format was special – rather than three stories set on the three different wards, there were only two stories. One was based in the hospital, as Elliot contemplated taking up his post as Director of Research and ended up taking a completely different path, and the other largely took place at the seaside as Dominic tried to help Digby with his demons and in the process confronted some of his own. Goth Dr Frieda made an unexpected but entirely welcome reappearance, as did Jac Naylor (how can that woman even look beautiful in yellow scrubs?), and Digby kissed Dominic on the lips. It was brilliant. Continue reading
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(Series 17, ep.49) AAU was all about Digby this week, but obviously the first question we wanted answering was whether Fletch survived last week’s explosion. It looked quite grim at the beginning, as the patient Raf etc were working on went beep, and despite everyone’s desperate efforts, he died. But we never saw his face, until we’d already seen the face of Fletch, watching through the window and very much alive. The dead person was Ron, and Fletch had escaped with just a flesh wound. “You’re a bloody hero,” Raf told him.
Selfie was bloody, but he wasn’t a hero. He slumped about in a shirt covered in Ron’s blood for so long I was screaming at him to get himself to the scrubs cupboard and get something clean to wear. He did manage to mumble a thank you to Fletch, who said not to mention it because Selfie would have done the same for him. You could tell by Selfie’s face that he wouldn’t have done any such thing, but that he wasn’t proud of himself for it. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.48) When I say this episode was an absolute joy (as Nick Fisher episodes usually are), it wasn’t just because Selfie had to hold a live grenade for most of it. There was also the delicious banter between Mr Oliver Valentine and Dr Zosia March (“Makes my toes curl just thinking about it”), and Dr Dominic Copeland trying to maintain his perkiness between the twin difficulties of getting evils from Hanssen and having to deal with the world’s gloomiest (and funniest) man.
But first we’d best keep an eye on that live grenade. Ron (John Bowler), the husband of the recently deceased Milly, was wandering around the hospital carrying a Napoleonic era box (thank you, Digby) containing photos of his late wife. He wanted Selfie to see them, to see the woman Milly was and had been rather than a set of symptoms. Selfie proved to be a hard man to get to, what with being locked away in the ivory tower of the Self Centre. Adrian ‘Fletch’ Fletcher is an easier man to get to, because he wanders around previously unseen areas of the hospital exterior just for the purpose of finding upset people to be nice to. He’s been trained on Casualty, where they do a lot of that sort of thing. He’s kind and he’s lovely (Dr Raf Not-Smug adores him and the Fletchlings and wants them to stay forever at Not-Smug Towers) and he oozes empathy. So he said he’d bob up to the Self Centre and get Selfie to come down and talk to Ron. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.47) Thought we’d seen the last of Clifford? No chance. Back he came to AAU, this time as a patient, with a black eye, some broken ribs and intestines full of little packages of drugs. Oh, Clifford. This is what happens when you mess with Nasty Men.
Speaking of whom, on the next bed we had the Nasty Man himself, the very one who threatened to harm Clifford’s daughter and then got it a bit wrong and harmed her sister/cousin instead.
This gave Fletch, and then Mo, opportunities for Revenge. Fletch had an encounter with Nasty Man in the lift, in which Nasty threatened him and his lovely children. “Threatening the bloke that gives you the morphine isn’t the best idea,” said Fletch through clenched teeth, making it quite clear where the balance of power lies if you happen to be lying on a trolley with tubes stuck in you.
Later on Mo had her chance when she went to confront Nasty and spotted that he was bleeding profusely. Mo actually looked extremely kick-ass in this scene and looked well ready for a fight, but both she and Fletch are good people and medical professionals first and foremost.
Nasty Man ended up dying in theatre anyway, so that’s him out of the way. And the legal system will be dealing with Clifford, but not before he had a father/daughter bonding moment with Mo.
Fletch, meanwhile, has taken a job at the mythical The Grange. Maybe this is the new brand name for The Hadlington. The main thing is it will get him some regular shifts and get him away from the disapproving gaze of Mo.
So there was drama on AAU, but for a proper fight we need to go to Darwin. Sexual tension simmered all episode long between Ollie and Zosia. At one point they found themselves in The Zone – the one where two people get their faces fairly close and then they go a bit still and their gaze flutters between eyes and lips and a kiss looks imminent. She actually pounced on him (only a little pounce because they were sitting down. It wasn’t one of those lunges she used to do to Digby) but he jumped away like a scared wee beastie because he’s not yet ready for That Sort of Thing.
There’s the additional problem of Slimy Seb, who is still officially Zosia’s boyfriend. This week he wanted to take her to New York to meet his father, or “Pops,” as he’s known. Throw all of this together and add in a disagreement about the way to best approach a patient who wants a gender reassignment but doesn’t want her father to know, and you have an explosive situation. This culminated in the funniest fight, with Ollie and Seb grappling like schoolgirls. If I tell you the cry of “Not the hair!” went up, you can guess just how brutal the encounter was. It was Seb who was worried about his hair (snork) and he ended the encounter moaning, “That’s an £80 shirt!” I think we know who claimed the victory there.
Unfortunately Seb is still the official boyfriend, and Zosia is going to New York with him to meet “Pops.” The way Seb ostentatiously kissed Zosia at the end of the episode and waved Ollie away with a flutter of his fingers was totally creepy, and I think Ollie should spend the time while they’re away in New York taking martial arts lessons, so he can give the £80 shirt a good kicking when it returns.
In other fight club news, Selfie and Jesse faced the wrath of Hanssen for last week’s scrap in Albie’s. Selfie whined that it wasn’t a hospital issue because it had happened “off-site.” “There’s no such thing as ‘off-site,’ Mr Self,” said Hanssen. For the rest of the episode Selfie and Jesse stayed on-site and bickered.
Next time: Selfie and Fletch in deadly danger! Ollie and Zosia in life or death situation!
(Series 17, ep.46) Why is Selfie still at Holby? And why are we still having to endure him working through the loss of his wife? I know that sounds heartless, but he’s fictional so I don’t feel too bad about it.
He’s had some brochures printed for his Self Centre of Neurosurgery. They have a picture of him on the cover (just to tempt any funders who may be enticed by craggy features) and they reminded me of Plastic Bhatti, another ego on a stick who liked pictures of himself in brochures. Look how he turned out.
Anyways, the Self Centre was temporarily shunted down to AAU this week, because Keller was apparently full, but it turned out to be handy when a face from Selfie’s past appeared with a broken wrist. Milly (Amber Aga) had gone through chemotherapy with Selfie’s late wife, so it was almost inevitable that she would have more than a broken wrist wrong with her. What she had was cancer in her brain, and Selfie persuaded her (against her wishes, really) to have surgery. This was only partially successful and Milly died, leaving her husband distraught and Selfie drowning his miserable sorrows in Albie’s and picking fights with Jesse (who apparently used to be a surgeon. Did we know this or is it new?). Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.44) It’s always a dramatic episode when you have half the cast having to wear protective face masks and at least one of the wards on virtual lockdown. It was Darwin’s turn for that sort of thing this week, as Brigitte (Sally Dexter), an old colleague of Elliot’s, arrived with a couple of patients with drug resistant TB who needed the high quality care – and publicity – only Holby can provide.
This meant regular patients having to be sent home, but one of them was refusing to go quietly. He did get as far as Pulses before crashing to the ground amid the muffins. Luckily Mr T (MR T!!!) was heroically on hand to do CPR and save him. 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).