JOYCE CONNOR

I’ve nothing but admiration for Joyce. She’s been in the bottomless pit of hopelessness, but now look at her: winning. She has her own bizz, a good life-style and she’s still as gorgeous as ever.

Joyce has a big piece of my heart and she’s been a good friend to me now for a long time … she’s always there!

It’s odds on that I’ll pop out to Toronto and sit in her salon for a head shave and a tash trim … and who’s gonna stop me?

Joyce is just one of those women who melt on a man. She can’t help it. She’s just one super hot cookie. But she’s more than just a sex kitten. She’s a brilliant artist with an amazing brain. She truly is an remarkable lady who I admire and she knows me inside out. She knows I’m a free soul. I can’t ever be trapped up in a normal way of life. How can I be after 30+ years of living in a coffin? My heart is nomadic … a moving target is harder to hit!!! But I do idolise Joyce and have a deep rooted respect for her.

She knows how I tick
She knows how I lick
It’s all on the dick …

Joyce to me is a breath of fresh air, a dream all wrapped up in ice-cream, a bear let loose in a cake shop. PLUS she’s the number one hairdresser in Canada … and she’s my best friend.

Now tell me I’m not a lucky bleeder!