The Clinic

If only because a stopped clock is right twice a day, RTE are really doing something right with their Sunday night drama series, The Clinic.

I watch it as much as possible, and in our house where myself and Miaow Cow eternally squabble like angry turkeys over Reality TV versus the History Channel, it represents the third way, the middle path if you will. What I'm saying is that it strikes a happy medium of a Sunday night and I highly recommend striking happy mediums, especially that Derek Acorah chancer on Most Haunted who, let's face it, we'd all love to batter with a large shovel. Twice.

Liking The Clinic makes me feel like a better man you know. I think this is because in loose terms it makes me feel like a woman for liking its soapy melodrama, and because it's always the women in my life that exhort me to be a better man then I figure I must be doing something right by watching it. And yes, I haven't a clue what that last sentence means either.

Anyway, it's educational. I had, and I'm not sure of the precise medical terminology here, a really really sore arse there a few weeks ago. I tell you, it's damn dispiriting having a pain that sitting down and resting only seems to make worse. Anyway, I watched the physio on the Clinic doing a bit of pulling and dragging and yoga stuff on a patient's arse and I asked my osteopath about it the next time I visited. He ummed and ahhed knowledgeably like they do and then said it would be no harm to try it, and now I'm pleased to say that ones back cheeks are smiling once again. Apparently, I needed to stretch my 'glutes,' which sound like a homemade musical instrument, but they're actually the muscles in your arse. And if you hurt them you'll know all about it. So now.

The Clinic also features some nice ladies. Oddly enough for something on TV says you. There's the one who plays Daisy, which is as we all know a lovely name for a cow as well, but she's quite easy on the eye and in real life goes out with Brian O'Driscoll who plays rugby roysh. Keelin is the physio I was telling you about earlier, and she can do some deep tissue work on me any time she likes hur hur hur, while the head honcho is Kathy and she's a bit older and pregnant and stuff so it wouldn't be right to make jokes. There's a new one after joining it this year called Kara who's a bit Mumsy and straitlaced but my favourite Sex and the City girl is Charlotte so Kara gets a thumbs up as well.

There's men in it also but I never pass much remarks of them because they're not women.

Anyway, in a desperate bid for summation, I venture that RTE getting it right with the Clinic is an allegory for our similarly and generally hapless government being able to do likewise with the health service. Or is that too much of a leap there?

Edit@2.41pm - I'd like to make it clear that the last paragraph is not in the slightest bit in earnest. I should have taken the piss more but forgot. By the way, did anyone see Mary Harney on last night's episode?