Spies are cool…and men want to be them. Glamorised by everyone from Fleming to le Carré, Ludlum-style espionage is one of our oldest professions. But today’s spies seem more inclined to pass their days trussed up in a suitcase or being poisoned in a chain sushi bar than ravishing exotic lovelies, stroking cats and flying helicopters made out of a brolly and some Meccano.
Enter S.ecret.me. A school for spies that is as much about being bloody suave as it is about knowing cyber skills and how to dose a salmon sashimi with toxic polonium. Holed up in a magnificent house in west Oxfordshire a crack team instruct the raw recruits on combat weapons, surveillance, kidnap, threat recognition and evasion (all taught by former special forces operative from regiments you’re not really supposed to talk about). On top of that you learn how to win at poker, how to spot a spiked cocktail and the wonderful Immodesty Blaize teaches you a thing or two about charm and seduction. For my part I was trying to assist in attaining the skills needed to dress like 007.
After learning your basics, you go on to develop your skills in overseas mission training, before tackling a week long spy scenario on board a yacht moored somewhere exotic. It is seriously amazing. I want to do it. I have no idea how much it costs but I know it is loads (they don’t publish the price). But this is an experience that really money shouldn’t be able to buy.
Apply for an invitation via s.ecret.me