Jambo, you're a single middle-aged male of dubious background and sordid circumstances: the last thing you are is in any position to comment on my life.
I speak three languages fluently, have been on the road since childhood as an artist and musical journeyman, and have seen more in the last year than you'll see in your entire existence. Lastly, you? And kids? You'll never have a child because you'll never find a lady willing to put up with your sincerely fucked-up lifestyle. The one thing you could do for Ireland (give her a child to secure her future and culture) you won't, and not out of stubbornness or otherwise.
You'd rather have a wank than have sex because meeting a woman involves leaving the house for something other than slabs of Dutch Gold and frozen pizza.
So anyway, is the dead guy still dead or has anything new happened since I last laughed at the mess you twats keep making of your lives?
No?
Ah, sure fuck it: who cares?