(Series 19, ep. 30 ‘Gold Star’ by Ed Sellek) Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Apart from the dead patient at the end, which was extremely sad. But up until that point, it was one of those episodes packed full of one-liners and excellent comedy stuff from – well, everybody, really. There was a bit of slapstick from Zosia (did you see her whizzing off with troublesome Mr Phibbs in a wheelchair in the background of the scene where Hanssen was talking to Birdie at her bedside?), some funny business with the vending machine and Hanssen’s favourite snack, the Whippy Whirl, Sacha smiling again thanks to a relaxing shvitz (it’s like a sauna, apparently, and it certainly did Sacha a power of good), and Bernie and Ollie teasing Ric about needing naps. Continue reading
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(Series 19, ep. 13) I want to say what a glorious, funny, touching episode, but that would be to ignore the fact that, by the end of it, Bernie was asking Serena whether her daughter was on the transplant register. It was that kind of episode that Holby does so well – heart-wrenching drama one minute, a tipsy Jac Naylor fending off the attentions of a hairy Swede the next.
It was Mr T and Inga’s wedding – though luckily, as it turned out, not a legally binding wedding but a Swedish “hand-fasting,” presided over by Helga the Hiccuping Humanist. It was quite a splendid affair, with Swedish costumes, Swedish music and a Swedish best man – none other than Henrik Hanssen himself. “Aren’t you in Sweden?” Mo asked him. “No, I believe I’m here,” he replied. Who knew that he and Mr T play chess together, and Mr T is winning? Continue reading →