Saluting the genius of Dr. Karl.
And no smart remarks from Zambo, please.....I have spent the last six weeks travelling back and forth to the States so I am only now catching up on a month's worth of our favourite Aussie soap
Brad Willis is getting married.
Again.
Long time viewers will remember Brad as a floppy haired, streaky blond, Bondi beach bum with fluorescent shorts and a surf board.
These days he us a ridiculously annoying reacher in Erin'sborough High with one daughter one could cheerfully strangle and another one in love with a Priest.
This latter daughter is the product of a teenage romance with Lou Carpenter's girl and this baby was sent packing, only to show up on Ramsay Street donkey's years later.
Anyway.....the long and the short of it is that Brad us marrying his elder daughter's mother, having recently divorced the mother of his other daughter. The one we could cheerfully strangle.
And if y'all think that is confusing, his best man is due to be a son he sired with another woman and whom is currently in the bush somewhere, on the run from Jacka, one of those typically Aussie thicko villains one often sees in Aussie soaps like Neighbours, Sons and Daughters or Prisoner: Cell Block H.
More of Jacka anon.....because he is central to today's instalment of life thru a lens down Ramsay Street.
Where were we?
Right....Brad is marrying Lou's daughter. A tasty bit of tackle name of Lauren.
And the strangletastic daughter of Brad's ex wife is organising the hen weekend.
Which is to culminate in a balloon ride over the Victoria countryside
So the girls all get drunk the night before and show up, nursing hangovers, at the balloon place the following day.
But....unbeknownst to them, thicko villain Jacka has tampered with the gas supply on the balloon in an attempt to kill the love interest of Brad's son, the one whom is to do best man at the wedding.
Why does he want to do this?
Because Jacka's wife is in love with Brad's son
Why doesn't he just kill Brad's son instead, you ask.
Because Brad's son has gone into t' Bush in order to evade Jacka, that's why
Please keep up......I had surgery on my eyes yeasterdsy and I am writing this nonsense from my sick bed and everything appears blurred
So as the balloon soars high over the countryside, the air supply dies when the gas tank runs out.
The balloon man switches to the spare tank.....it is empty as welll.
Because Jacka let the gas out the night before.
Now, ol'' Pet is no aviator but you can bet your socks the last thing he did before taking off in the balloon would have been to check that he had sufficient gas in the tanks to heat the air needed to power the balloon
But the blaaoon man never bothered and so here we are, with a balloon out of control and plummeting earthwards.
The excitement was fast becoming unbearable when they upped the ante.
As the balloon crossed a river....probably the Murray or the Yarra, I can never remember which is the river at Melbourne...the daughter wot loves the Pruest jumps out of the balloon
Then the balloon hits the top of a tree and falls to earth.
The passengers are strewn around the ground.
Enter Dr. Karl.
One by one he fixes them up.
But one woman is in real trouble.
And this woman just happens to be the wife of Jacka, whom stowed away on the balloon moments before it took off on its ill fated journey
After asking her a few questions, which she cannot answer coherently, Dr. Karl deduces she has a "subdural haematoma".
( I thought that might be the problem....that was the complication which set in and done for Dr. Derek Shepeard in Gray's Anitomy
)
She has a life threatening ondition, Dr. Karl tells his grandson (for he is with him).
She cannot wait for the "Ambo".
Dr. K has to operate right here and now
He tells the grandson to run to the trunk of the car.
And fetch a first aid kit, a piece of plastic tubing and......a power drill.
Dr. Karl is going to drill a hole through her skull into her brain to relieve swelling.
Oh boy....what a man.
I can barely wait 'til tomorrow to see how he gets on
Alex Young, Howard Kendall, Andy King, Timmy Cahill, Dixie Dean and Mike Parry.....we'll never see the likes of them again.
