All very sound on paper, but in reality, deep down you know that you will hit 40, and Mrs D will commence divorce proceedings, citing having to endure years of verbal abuse from a faux Paddy, weasel dicked little cunt. Bang goes the house, paying child maintenance, and to top it all, your knacker elastic goes overnight. Believe me, give it 6 months and you will be grovelling to @Cunty BigBollox for a cheap bedsit. If that fails, Frank will let you have futon, for a miserly two reach arounds per day.
Fantasist sagging bollocks prick.