(Series 18, ep. 25) This was the most beautifully written and acted episode. The scenes between Dominic and Digby were heartbreakingly perfect as Dominic was the one to discover that his friend’s cancer had spread. The moment when he put Digby’s glasses on for him was such a tender expression of his care and Digby’s vulnerability – I had to make a very big effort not to cry loud snotty tears, particularly as I was watching it on a train. Beautiful, Hanssen-level acting from David Ames and Rob Ostlere.
Elsewhere, Adele was very committed to neurosurgery. We knew this because she said so every five minutes. It took the death of her old holiday rep friend, Denise Welch, to make her realise that she wasn’t that committed to neurosurgery after all. After a glittering career progression in which she’s been expert in everything from hearts to brains to radio presenting, she’s finally found her true calling in the world of palliative care. Unbelievably, Holby is not the centre of palliative care excellence (well, they can’t be brilliant at every specialism), so she’s off to The Mythical King/St/Whatever John’s to be trained. Or to train them, because she’s bound to know better.
And lovely Nurse Cara Martinez finally plucked up the courage to ask Dr Raf Not Smug on a date (a proper date, not involving Fletch and the Fletchlings) – but then realised that she wasn’t over her miserable husband, Jed ‘Alias’ Martinez, who has been banged up for five years. This has prompted Cara to seek a new post on Darwin.
(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).
(Series 17, ep.28) This was always going to be a transitional episode – last week’s festival of happy-ever-afters tied up so many loose ends and saw so many departures that it feels like Holby is moving into another phase (which thrillingly will involve the return of Henrik Hanssen and Oliver Valentine).
There was already a new arrival in the form of neurosurgeon Annabelle Cooper (Nina Wadia). When she arrived to start her new job at the Self Centre for Brains And That, she was surprised to discover it closely resembled a general surgery ward, namely the ward we usually refer to as Keller. It was a work in progress, explained Selfie to a clearly disappointed Annabelle, who’d been led to expect a facility like the one on Critical. She seems like a can-do sort of person, though, and rolled her sleeves up and got stuck into a day pleasantly filled with taking Zosia under her wing mainly to annoy Selfie. I like her already. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.16) In adjacent Keller beds, for convenience, we had Sacha’s daughter Rachel still recovering from an infected tattoo, and a woman who during the course of the episode became a convicted murderer (the court case was proceeding without her). They usually flank criminal types with prison staff or police, but this woman had some vague connection with Selfie, so there was no need.
Last week we learned that Rachel is pregnant, and the father was assumed to be her best friend, the rather lovely Lloyd. Unfortunately for Sacha and especially Rachel, it turns out that the father is her teacher, Kreepy Kerrigan. Was I the only one who felt a bit queasy when he told Rachel he loved her? Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.13) There were two stories in this completely brilliant episode. One of them, involving Zosia, was a continuation of the story of her illness and the fractured relationship between her and her father.
The other story, centring on the wedding of Mo’s youngest sister Celia, was more of a stand-alone, bringing in a completely new element of Mo’s background. That this didn’t feel like an add-on was down to Rebecca Wojciechowski’s script, which beautifully drew in things that we already know about Mo (the surrogacy, the way she tries to hide an occasional lack of confidence), supported by key people from Mo’s life as we know it – Mr T, Jonny Mac and Adele. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.8) How would Zosia cope with a busy day on a ward where Fleur has “upped the tempo”? Selfie didn’t worry his grey matter with that sort of thing. As long as she’s taking her medication and looking like the hot-shot junior doctor she’s supposed to be, that seems to be fine with him.
Her shift wasn’t made any easier by the presence of Lisa (her former roomie from the clinic), and a patient without a penis (not rare, I know, but this one was a man) who presented a particularly tricky case and kept speaking Zosia’s brains at regular intervals.
Lisa, an artistic type, was convinced that her prescription drugs changed her personality too much, so she refused to take them. She was a wee bit obsessed by Zosia and pretended to have a heart problem so she would be admitted to Holby, but obviously she ended up on Darwin because that’s where people with heart problems are put. This brought her in contact with the fragrant Jesse, who decided she was faking illness and sent her on her way. When Lisa’s sister arrived and explained about Lisa’s mental illness and tendency to take cocaine to self-medicate, Adele told Jesse that if he’d only spent more time with Lisa he’d have spotted that something was wrong. This is because as well as being a HCA, studying for a nursing degree, co-producing the latest life saving heart invention, being Secretary General of the United Nations and just commencing her astronaut training, Adele is also a Top Psychologist. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.7) “The best way of getting me back to normal is getting me back to normal,” Dr Zosia March told her father. Hard to argue with her logic, apart from the fact that “normal,” to Zosia, means being at work.
For the past week or two she’s been at an expensive and exclusive-looking clinic and the verdict from the doctor in charge of her was that she may be bipolar. As usual, Selfie was in denial. Mental illness? Goodness. Nothing that assisting with a bit of seriously tricky brain surgery won’t sort out!
Obviously that didn’t work out well at all, and even Selfie was finally forced to admit that having a grown-up daughter who writes all over the table in Pulses in salt isn’t quite right. He went back to see the psychiatrist and admitted that his views of mental illness were “unenlightened.” You don’t say. Even so, despite Sacha offering some father-to-father advice and Zosia’s odd behaviour being the elephant in every room she sets foot in, Selfie is still determined to keep the issue just between the two of them. Continue reading