Nor do I play one on TV.
That’s not stopped so many people from getting in touch after I shared my story here on my blog about my run in with the UKBA. Considering I’m nobody online and my blog is pretty much an obscure collection of my ramblings, it’s pretty distressing how many people have found my ranting and either commented on my posts or have sent me messages asking for my help.
I tell them all the same thing. Talk to a lawyer. If you cannot afford a lawyer, look into getting legal aid. Keep going back to the UKBA. And mostly what I have to tell them: I can’t help you.
I can’t help you with your fight. I hope that posting my struggles and my letters will help someone else put together their thoughts. I hope that it will help people realise that they are trying to fight a huge, faceless, soulless government agency and that they need someone who knows their shiz (read: IMMIGRATION LAWYER) on their side. But there’s nothing else I can really do.
It also makes me realise how many people’s lives are impacted by decisions made by the UKBA. There are so many stories and you can hear their desperation in their comments and their messages.
I will most likely have one more update left in my UKBA saga (sometime after 14 February), but for the most part, I lost. I’ve left the UK and everything I had there behind. But I’m still hopeful that the system will be improved. There are changes happening to other systems in British government, you can see it in the good work that has already been done in other areas of government by GDS. I hope it improves for all the poor lost people that get in touch after reading my story. And, I have to admit, I hope it improves for me as well before I go through the process of reapplying to pick up the pieces in the UK again.