I wasn't a spy. I'd have been spotted in five seconds. Yes, I was in intelligence, but that covered a multitude of things.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think I would have been a hopeless spy. I love telling stories and am almost entirely unable to keep a secret.
In my head, I think I'd make a perfect spy, but in reality, I don't think I'd fare very well.
I've always wanted to be a spy, and frankly I'm a little surprised that British intelligence has never approached me.
I've been a spy for almost all of my adult life - I don't like being in the spotlight.
I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.
Some people think my father was a spy, because of working for that government agency in Vietnam, but he can't find his car keys, much less keep a national secret.
Breaking a cardinal rule of spy craft, I actually let it be known that I wanted to work for the CIA.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
I think I would make a good spy. I can sort of be a chameleon. People don't notice me very easily. I never get recognized.
I could have been a top notch spy. People confess the most amazing secrets to me, even when I am not fishing for those nuggets. I must look trustworthy because I sit there with a video camera or a tape recorder while the stories pour out.