A couple of years ago a friend of mine took up with an airline pilot, who proved to be a complete nutcase. He had a few quid, so she enjoyed the lifestyle very much. It was all very glam and we lost touch. The relationship ended when he chased her down the road at 2am with the carving knife he keeps under his pillow, yelling that she wasn't really human, but an unspecified species of imposter.
He keeps the knife under his pillow because three or four times a month he will sit bolt upright in bed screaming there are monsters in the house and will run through the place turning on all the lights and checking every nook and cranny. He'll then get a few more hours sleep before flying a couple of hundred people short haul to Berlin, Dublin, or Paris. British Airways, before you ask. Make a truly, truly mental mental note.
Anyway, three months ago they got back together. Presumably she saw the Oscar Pistorius trial and thought "That'll do for me!" She gave up her apartment and moved in. A week ago he chased her around the house once more, knife in hand, and she is now homeless...
"Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you,
You used to laugh about,
Everybody that was hangin' out,
Now you don't talk so loud,
Now you don't seem so proud,
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone?"
Silly girl.