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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Why is it so damn hard for people to understand that sometimes people just want to move and start over?
Called the british consulate today. Was told that unless I could get sponsorship I won't be able to remain in the UK or come back unless it's for a holiday.
To say I'm upset would be a bit of an understatement.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 6:59, 38 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

While I don't understand anything to do with international travel*, sponsorships, consulates, or anyhing like that, you do have my sympathies that you won't be able to stay/go where you wish. I hope you end up getting to stay/go wherever you want.
*walking across the bridge into and out of Mexico isn't exactly what I'd call 'international travel' ya know? After all, when all you have to do to get back into your country is walk across a bridge, smile at a boarder patrol guy and say "american", well, that isn't what I'd call a well-guarded boarder even if I really am one of the palest people you'd ever meet and would never be mistaken for hispanic.**
**That was a really long run-on sentence, even for me.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 7:05, Reply)

it was like "hey! you can stay as long as you like as long as you get your visa renewed!".
So I called to check and they were like "oh no chappie sorry can't let you do that - you either have to be working or studying - and our study visas are only 6 months long" and because I'm not "highly skilled" or skilled in an area they're looking to actively hire in (i've got a tafe cert in food, first aide certs but that's it), I can't even apply for a general working visa.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 7:12, Reply)

I could probably 'get' you a job as a taxi driver or window cleaner if that would help?
Edit: or charity support worker?
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 7:37, Reply)

but I'd need you to get all the official paperwork and stuff so I could have what they called a "Certificate of Sponsorship Number". At the moment my tier five mobility visa would last 2 years - as soon as that ran out I'd have to leave - so I'd probably have to start working for you about 6 months before then - so I could prove I'd had genuine employment and so you could prove it too. I really appreciate it though.
I'm not real keen on the taxi driverness considering I don't even have a full license.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 7:44, Reply)

...get married while yer over here!
Isn't there a 'special someone' waiting for you over here? If not, I'm sure some of the reprobates on here would volunteer their services...
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 7:52, Reply)

I mean 'make pretend'.
So I'm probably not your man. But let me know if I can help.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 7:55, Reply)

Vampyrecat - have you checked out Irish regulations? The UK is only a short puddlejump away.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 8:01, Reply)

Only if she enjoys hitch-hiking with her entire life on her back!
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 8:07, Reply)

but I can't use that to get a visa - nor would I force him into it. If we were going to get married it would have to be because we wanted to - not just so I could stay here, I don't do things by halves. You have to have proof of a cohabiting relationship for two years and since that's exactly how long my visa lasts that's not much help.
Have checked out Irish regulations but truth be told I'm a bit of a coward - I don't want to get there and then have to live by myself out over yonder. I don't like being alone.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 8:08, Reply)

"She's mine, Fuck off".
That is all.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:15, Reply)

On the side of the docks, dressed in gingham and servicing portly sailors for thruppence a go.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:19, Reply)

A friend of mine had a similar problem when his girlfriend moved over here from the states to be with him. I'll ask him how he got around it and see if it's of any help to you.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:20, Reply)

*rolls eyes*
*grins a little bit*
EDIT: thanks Pot - that'd be really appreciated.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:20, Reply)

I'll have a word with my sister, she works in the imigration office, she may not be able to help, but it's a possibility.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:23, Reply)

there's nothing wrong with pleasing our sailors. They do this country a service, and I'm honoured to have up to 16 of them in my orifices at once, poking me full of their dripping manmeat as I suck on their balls and hum 'Rule Britannia'.
*salutes*
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:24, Reply)

Leather, PVC and lots of frilly bits. You'll have a lot more luck then.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:26, Reply)

I don't think my sphincter could take it.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:29, Reply)

Yu're not supposed to tell him that while I'm attempting to save mankind!
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 9:34, Reply)

I'm a grotesque husk of a man, a despicable, vile, contemptuous disease of a human being, but as long as I have Hitlercock, the ladies will keep on coming.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:06, Reply)

I doubt that. One day - Hitlercock will become like the rest of you bert, shrivelled, wrinkly, putrid, with a healthy amount of cheese under the flaps.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:12, Reply)

They love the cheeseflaps, they like to equip themselves with a strap-on, and batter me flaps like a fromage-ina.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:19, Reply)

They're all women who feel sorry for you. The sight of you being such a pathetic excuse for a cock makes them have pity sex with you.
Their screams of delight?
All faked.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:21, Reply)

I always thought the screaming was to do with the fact that I'd pissed in their handbags
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:24, Reply)

but then they always knew you were a bit of a reprobate. Hence why they only bring their old crappy things whenever they see you.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:25, Reply)

you wish I was flirting with you because I'm the only person nice enough to talk to you without twatting you over the head every five seconds.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 10:59, Reply)

but when he rolls off you, and you're lying there, yearning and unsatisfied, you'll think of me and you'll wonder 'what if...?'
and I'll be under the bed, drilling holes with my hydraulic cockenheimer, ready to pounce on both of you when you least expect it like a rape-y Lemur.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 11:46, Reply)

That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. :P
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 11:52, Reply)

I bet he'll totally satiate your appetite for cock in every possible way, and you won't think of me at all.
/has learned a thing or two from that Derren Brown
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 11:54, Reply)

on me?
won't work you know.
( , Thu 7 May 2009, 12:00, Reply)
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