To a Lesser Degree

I was qualified in middle eastern history, which was a waste at the chemist it seemed to me, however, I saw an advert to become a spy, Instead of media, thought that I would give it a try. I had a light brown colour, useful for blending scenery, knowledge of languages should make me fit in perfectly; they asked me tricky-dicky questions - was I C - of - E, I said that I was whatever they wanted me to be. Soon, I was monitoring 'traffic,' to and fro from Syria, Yemen, Afghanistan, Iraq, Tunisia, Luton and Algeria; Forget the romance - no time to look at my ornaments, even missing tv - 'Holby City' and 'Eastenders' instalments. One day I woke up and thought that I was dead, moments later, I felt a cold steel at the back of my head.