The thing about the British consulate is that no human beings work there, apparently. Or none can answer phones. For $3 a minute you get to talk to a machine followed by a call center in India, both of which can tell you nothing specific. So I doubt if they can pay for anything for me.
This is just a huge fucked up situation with no solution and this week has taken ten years off my life and two inches of my hairline.
Mortals are mortar and life is the fuse.