GCHQ recruiting pawns
Okay, so you've wasted half a day jerking around with what amounts to an uber-nerd crossword puzzle, decided to apply for the poorly paid job because you like the idea of driving around in an aston martin DB5 and shagging anything in a skirt. At the interview, the suits are impressed by your total lack of social skill and need for acceptance; they offer you the job on the spot.
Your career path is thus:
3 months orientation.
6 months tedious analysis of diplomatic missives.
overseas posting. After 1 month doing exactly the same tedious shite except in foreign climes,
"Chance" encounter in regularly frequented bar leads to offer of:
A) Money
B) Sex
C) Money and sex
Deciding that your salary and subsistence barely covers the rent, you opt for C.
The cabinet marked "Top Secret" suddenly takes on the appearance of a piggy-bank in suspenders.
Two years of selling "secrets" pass without any significant incident until your body is found strung up in a hotel room in an apparent auto-asphyxiation fetish gone wrong incident.
Congratulations, you have proven to be a very useful, but dispensable conduit of mis-information for HMG sneaky beaks.
Our condolences to your family.
I'd best get my coat, they've just come through the window and are pointing their guns in a most earnest fashion.