Thanks so much everyone, including the interloper 
Am doing all the stuff advised for the blanching nipple horror, but it's only stopping me being in unbearable pain when he's not on the nip (still bloody agony even then). Some skin has died now on my left nip - that's fun
I have 2 special gel pads that you heat up and wear in your bra which really help when in but my nips re-blanch within seconds of removing them, so no help with the latch pain.
He doesn't have tongue-tie; because I had such a severe TT as a nipper I fixated on it after his birth and insisted a specialist assured me he didn't have one! And you can see he doesn't when he screeches! I think part of the prob is that we have such a small flat that I only have the bed or the sofa to sit on to feed and I'm sure I'm sitting in positions that don't help him latch on well. My folks have just come with food and to take him out in the pram for a while, to give me a break. Except I'm in tears because I don't want him to be away from me Have talked to LLL lady as well as others but no further hope there. I've tried expressing, although he feeds so much that I don't have much milk left to express but he won't take the teat of the bottle. The one time he did he choked on too much milk, even though I was being super-careful. Will have to look up a special lactation consultant, I think.
Have been thinking about cranial osteopathy but nearest place would involve me having to ask my parents for a lift to a place 45 mins away, then waiting round and bringing us back. I know they'd do it but feel guilty. Will have to bite the bullet and ask them. As for getting out and about, there are other health issues preventing me but don't want to discuss them (too depressing).
I think I'm just going to have to suck it up and wait for things to improve. I just feel like screaming and laying on the floor and thrashing about like a lunatic from the stress and pain of it all
I rang TYF earlier and begged him in tears to come home and make everything go away. V ashamed of that one.
TYF got cunting bike oil (from his push bike) on the pristine white inner layer of the moses basket. Every fucking surface and fabric in the flat and most of his clothes are ruined by fucking bike oil. Including several babygros now, arrgh. How can a grown man not know how to wash his hands? Oh yeah, wait, I forgot about his skank-mother
My Ex used to cycle competitively and never once brought oil into the house, grrrrrrrr (although he was a massive cunt otherwise). I just don't have the energy or time to deal with other people being useless and causing me any extra stress, however small. Rocket, TYF will put the BFing cushion on his lap with Mr T on top of it and then play PS3 games like that. It makes me feel like working the console slowly up his arsehole. Sideways. 
On the plus side, he is buying me an iPad2 (got an unexpected work bonus!) to say thanks for laying his baybee and because I might be able to entertain myself one-handed (fnarr fnarr, oo-er, etc.). I can't see it actually helping in that regard but I ain't going to point that out 