For fuck sake, Westie. You're completely missing the torturous existence one endures suffering unrequited love. It doesn't matter a shite that George's girlfriend found him smearing coke on his cock before sticking up the hole of some LA gangbanger in a downtown Stockholm public jacks before turning her brunette affections onto Andrew in an evil revenge plot using the brooch as an emotional weapon that will ultimately culminate in George going apeshit and recording Listen Without Prejudice; it only matters that last Christmas he gave her his heart, but the very next day, she gave it away.
What a bitch.