Their union has lasted far longer than anyone could've imagine, but - if their neighbours are to be believed - Ronnie and his 20-year-old giddlefriend/muse/glorified drinking buddy are experiencing of a rough patch.

The Sun reports that the couple were heard having a riotous argument after one of their many house parties in their Norf Landan home:

"The Rolling Stone, 62, and his young Russian lover Ekaterina Ivanova, 20, were quizzed by five officers early on Monday morning. She was earlier heard screaming: 'I'm going to kill myself. You are going to find me dead.' A fuming Ronnie then allegedly yelled at the former cocktail waitress: 'F**k off home, you slut.' Neighbours called the cops, who arrived at 2.40am. One said: 'The noise was just terrible. They were screaming abuse at each other and it's no surprise the cops were called, especially considering what Ekaterina was saying. They row all the time but this was a particularly vicious one... They regularly keep neighbours awake with their fights. Some want to move out'."

I'd imagine being greeted with this sight of a Thursday morning would motivate many a neighbour to pounce on the property section of the paper. WENN "exclusively" (in case the watermark didn't convey the "exclusivity" of the shots) snapped this PVC clad pair picking their way down the steps of Ronnie's home last week. Their lack of balance could be down to a few things; negotiating steps while wearing rubber can smite a bit; it's best to wear both shoes to negate further wobbling; alcohol / ketamine can make you very dizzy.

Might Ronnie's penchant for the debauched be wearing thin with Ekaterina? Or has the Rolling Stone finally copped that you can't shut someone up by having sex with them constantly, therefore it helps to have something in common with said someone. Like collective generational memories spanning back further than, ooooh, 1992.

Ronnie's ex-wife, Jo Wood, meanwhile is busy practicing for her stint on Strictly Come Dancing. This week's Heat magazine features a picture of her sobbing outside the dance studios in the presence of her partner, Brendan Cole. Either Cole's cracking the whip too much, or Jo just realised that she's been married to an Ugg wearing, rapidly aging adolescent for the last 23 years, whose pathetic antics with a recent teenager could eclipse all her hard work.