Thorn's a few screws short of a toolbox, but never mind, he doesn't really need a personality, just more Permatan, bless him. Then there's Eric – what a wally. But a rich wally, so he can stay. Then there's Nick, the sailor, who fancies himself a bit of a crooner (but nobody's told him he actually sounds like a Backstreet Boy with his bits in a vice), and Taylor (whose lips get bigger and poutier every year).... Of course, Ridge and Brooke are the real stars. Here's a prĂ©cis version of their dialogues at the moment:
RIDGE: Brooke, let's get married – again. I know it hasn't worked out the last 56 times, but I've got a feeling – a really lucky feeling – that this time we'll make it work. Nothing will EVER stand in the way of our happiness again...
BROOKE: No Ridge. I don't think you're ready yet for such a big commitment. I don't think you've really accepted that my egg was accidentally implanted in your ex-wife Taylor's womb, and fertalized with my ex-husband – and your half-brother – Nick's sperm, meaning I am the biological mother of Nick and Taylor's child. Can you really live with that?
RIDGE: Er...
Those crazy writers! How do they come up with the plots? I imagine they lock themselves in their boardroom with a bag full of acid and the complete works of William Shakespeare (and maybe a Backstreet Boy) for a weekend.




