Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the new Holy Trinity: George, Derek and Alex. Can you think of a better way to round off the working week? PHWOOOAAARR, is what I say. I've spent the last two weeks watching Season 1 and half of Season 2 of "Grey's Anatomy" and I'm now seriously hooked on surgeons. Now, ever since I can remember I've had a thing for hospital drama, going all the way back to that wonderful Aussie soap "The Young Doctors" (fabulous hair). I even like "Casualty" and there's no-one even remotely hot in that. If Amazon sold blue "scrubs" and surgical masks, they'd be top of my wishlist and no mistake. Of course, the genius (my italics) part about GA is that it isn't really about medicine at all - 'cos, let's face it, that would be really dull and possibly a tad depressing. No, it's about people with small bottoms and shiny hair shagging each other in lifts and in stairwells and feeling miserable when it all goes wrong, all set to a fabulous folksy-pop rock soundtrack. It's a Coke ad with heart-attacks. It's Dawson with defibrillators. With the added bonus of Patrick Dempsey (yes I know, what else HAS he been in?) as God and Everyman. And that girl from "Roswell" (which was all about people with small bottoms and shiny hair turning out to be aliens - OMG, do I see a bit of a theme developing here?). Anyway, I plan to spend my weekend staking out my local hospitals, paying particular attention to the lifts and stairwells. I'll let you know how I get on.
