I thought my mum was a PA at the Home Office until I was bundled into a car on my way to school,drugged and came to in a dank room in Morocco! A man who told me his name was 'your worst nightmare' told me I was part of a work experience scheme. After a brief spell of filing, I was allowed to waterboard a junior AQ operative. It wasn't like spooks on tv, but everyone else was wearing 4000 pound valentino jackets which I thought a bit strange for civil servants, 'cos mum shops at Aldi.
But they did give me a 1 day travelcard home!