(Series 17, ep.27) This episode left me with a warm, fuzzy feeling – which is surprising considering that large swathes of screen-time were occupied by Selfie blustering around the hospital corridors.
The writers did their best to reposition him as a man of integrity who really just wanted to do what he does best – drill people’s skulls. The CEO life wasn’t really for him, he realised. He wanted to be there at the soggy end with his fingers in a brain. To add to the sympathy factor, his late wife was invoked (it’s hard doing something when the person who loved you doing it is no longer there, or words to that effect) and he seemed more than a tad affected by Jac’s sudden disappearance (taking her deferred maternity leave, it turns out). The lack of Jac also worried Ric, who was at Selfie’s shoulder at regular intervals looking concerned. “There’s a super-centre roaring down the highway with no one at the wheel,” Ric said, and I wasted too long in trying to picture what that would look like. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.25) Shall it be Holby or The Mythical St James’s for the Cardiothoracic Super-Centre? And doesn’t that question have a familiar ring about it? It seems like a CT contest between Holby and its mythical rival is almost an annual event.
The decision-making power this time seems to rest in the hands of one Dept of Health bigwig, Neil Maclin (unseen), and his wife Francesca – seen, because she had a cough that Elliot needed to sort out. Luckily (for Selfie) she also needed some spinal surgery, which gave him a chance to show off his fabulous surgical skills. It also gave Francesca the chance to observe his personality at close quarters. “I don’t like him either,” she confided to Elliot at the end of the episode, and she offered to make sure the Super-Centre went to St James’s just to spite him. Elliot convinced her that he’d rather like to have the Super-Centre all the same – so if Holby gets it, it will be despite, rather than because of, Selfie’s efforts. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.24) I haven’t blogged for a couple of weeks, during which time Jonny Mac has been incarcerated, Jac has been reunited with Emma and Dr Harry Posh has been starring in his own version of The Phantom of the Opera while Dr Raf Smug works out how to use his new 3D printer. Or something.
“Make me pretty again,” Harry said to Raf at the start of this episode, and Raf was all set to do just that, having studied the Tressler face more closely than even the most besotted fangirl clutching a signed copy of a Blake CD. Then Raf’s brother, Thug Smug, turned up with the news that their mutual mother, Mama Smug, had passed away. As always with a McAndrew/Hope episode, the writing was spot on. Serena telling Raf about her trip to Paris when she found herself sobbing about Adrienne in front of a Chateaubriand and a nice Bordeaux was a lovely scene and it was nice that Serena could support Raf as he’d supported her. Continue reading
Sadly, due to sad family circumstances, Sue ‘Queen of Holby’ Haasler is unable to blog this week, so I’ll be providing a brief stand-in post for my lovely friend.
Look, I’ll admit. I watch Holby every week, and I’m a devoted fan of Sue’s blog, but I’m counting down the days until Henrik Hanssen is back in the captain’s chair on the bridge, or wherever the person in charge of this hospital keeps everything running smoothly. Selfie is a vain, inept twonk, and I don’t like it when there are staffing shortages and confusion over shift patterns, however fictional. Jonny can be irksome at times, but it’s preposterous that he should be on remand awaiting trail for murder. Great that it transpires at the end of the episode that Jac is paying for a high-class defence team for him (as well as supporting Elliott’s Kibo development. She must have a hell of a salary), but I’m not sure why he couldn’t get bail, neither do I understand why he has no memory of explaining how to change the battery of the ‘Kibo’ to the memory-deficient partner of the patient who died. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.21) This was the episode when Dr Harry Tressler-Posh finally realised that he was in love with the radiant Mary-Claire Carter, and decided to tell her. It was either that or watch her swan off into the Australian sunset with Helicopter Tom. Mary-Claire assured Harry that Australia was only a work arrangement and she and H-Tom weren’t an item. Anyway, “You’re the one who told me I deserved the best,” she reasoned. “Yes,” he reasoned back. “I meant me.” Bless him – modesty still intact even in the face of imminent heartbreak. Mind you, if he’d known how the day was going to turn out, he might have agreed to accept “imminent heartbreak” as a less painful alternative. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.20) Why is Selfie doing chest compressions on a Darwin patient? Why does Jonny want to keep going with the resuscitation attempt even though it’s been 30 minutes already? Why do Elliot and Selfie think they should stop? Why does Jonny Mac start trashing stuff afterwards?
And… flashback to several hours earlier. Julie Kale is a patient without long to live (we know that already because we just saw her die) – and all that’s standing between her and the Grim Reaper at this point is Elliot and his shiny new, only ever tested on Oliver Valentine, Kibo device. Julie’s ready, her husband is ready (he has short-term memory issues following an accident – which will be important later), Elliot and the staff are ready – and Selfie is ready, because it’s another chance to show off the world-beatingness of Holby. 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