I recently saw/read a BBC News report about a WWII MI5 spy. (It’s pretty short – watch it here. A link at the bottom of that page leads to a slightly longer written piece.) It tells a bit about a bank clerk and his secret life.
Ain’t that just the way? We tend to think of a spy as being some Hollywood-type, with a chiseled jaw (if male), or legs that go on forever (if female). Having just typed that, I know I’ve never once considered a mixture of those 2 as spy material. But now I can’t get the idea of a drag queen-spy out of my mind. Thanks a lot, brain.
Anyhoo, this little piece (referenced above) throws James Bond out the window and intimates how effective a regular joe can be. I guess it goes to show you never can tell. I mean – who better than a run-of-the-mill bank clerk to infiltrate a Nazi-sympathizer ring and expose valuable war secrets? Who better, indeed.