Where to begin with Lloyd and his strange saga of loves lost?
Well, let's see. There was Kelly "Legs" Crabtree. It was a fatal attraction. He was attracted to her legs. She was attracted to his dosh. However she didn't know about the indecent proposal by which old Lloydie acquired cash from a married woman (with whom he was having an affair) to buy half of Streetcars . (eh? - ed). I know, it's complicated. (Not complicated. hard to believe that Lloyd was selling his body for money, unless it was to science - ed).
The result? Lloyd wound up with a laxative in his beer and a quick (very quick) trip to Weatherfield General.
Let's move on.
Ah yes. Then there was his famous May-December relationship (with Emily Bishop? - ed). It all started with a salsa class. Their eyes meet across a hardwood floor and before you could say "leopard skin top con mucho cleavage", Lloyd and Liz were having a steamy samba - much to the chagrin of Steve. But it couldn't last. Lloyd just wasn't Liz's type and so he had his heart broken again.
Well, it was a proverbial case of out of the frying pan and into the fire. Lloyd fell out of Liz's arms and into... wait for it .. Teresa's clutches. Yes, that Teresa, ex-wife of Jerry the Kebab King, alcoholic, skiver and skint (I'm sorry, you'll have to narrow it down a bit - ed). Lloyd felt sorry for Teresa and took her in. Talk about your Odd Couple. But, like all
Well, where does anyone go to meet a nice, young woman with whom one can have a long-term relationship? A strip club, of course. There, Lloyd, the eternal nice guy with a soft heart, met Cheryl the Pole Dancer. It was love at first four-drink minimum. But Cheryl had enough baggage for an Air Canada surcharge: an abusive husband, a child and a lousy job. Lloyd was the knight in shining armour, generous to a fault, supportive and loving. He gladly took in Cheryl and Russ.
But Chris is a registered psycho with a brain tumour and he used his medical condition to get back with Cheryl. So where does that leave Lloyd? Same as always, heart broken and on the losing end of a high risk, doomed relationship. Poor Guy. It's not like there are a million nice fellas on the Street. If anyone deserves some happiness, it's Lloyd.