Tue 24 BBC1
"I told you I'm no good at this". Understatement. Katie is laughably bad at 'this'. Dan has learned of her infidelity and called things off, and now Katie is miserable and alone. She wanders around her striking glass apartment wearing her XXL mens' shirts. She ambles down the ward corridors whilst the entire hospital staff give her evils (Eastenders Syndrome, that). Still, it's amazing what a cricket bat and a rambling letter can do to get you back into a man's heart.
Elsewhere in the final episode of the ridiculous but endlessly enjoyable second series, Trudi the Truthful forces herself to decide between Richard the Rubbish (he's dull! He deserted his ill wife! He's not the one for her!) and Lucas the Lovely(he's a baker! He gives back massages! All the signs point toward him!). Naturally she follows her head instead of her heart. Jessica the Jezabel can't decide whether to keep the baby, but she's given a gentle push when Mark the Man-pig conveniently goes bankrupt. Talking of pigs, the girl has less sense than one. Now you may think pigs are intelligent creatures, but this particular (theoretical) one is dead, and so has no sense at all.
It's Siobhan's scenes with Dominic and Hari tonight which really touched me, though. Orla Bradi is the queen of all emotion, from intense lust (the eyes! Beware the eyes!) to immense misery, making Siobhan the mistress I can't help but root for. She's a god-send, the sort of woman I fully intend to marry one day. Have the tissues at the ready when Hari says his final goodbye. And it's goodbye from us too - at least until the rumoured third series. I'll be waiting. The purple tights will not be forgotten.
