With an even littler eye

You know how it is when you're a pipsqueak country on the edge of the world, a country like, oh I don't know. NEW ZEALAND!!!! Such  country is largely hoping not to be noticed all that much except for tourism (huge tracts of scenery). Certainly when people want a holiday in a place where many of the locals speak a form of Unglush and are largely not so harmful, you might say "What about that New Zild? We can take our own sausages wrapped in Choc-chip pancakes if they do not have them". And right you would be, aside from roads lining with glaring peasants and bureaucrats that Margaret Thatcher would be scared of,  there is not much going to go wrong here (offer valid until December 1961).
And how might you find out about such a scenic wonderland that is nothing like East Germany!! Why you might find out from travel agents who in turn find out from tourism industry workers. Because we are a fly speck on the window pane of the glorious Earth we have some government intervention in said tourism and such concerning damn furriners our friends from over the briny.
This sort of help for tourism in the hope getting them in here for a damn good fleecing the experience of a lifetime may be in jeopardy (incidentally a leopard would certainly place one in jeopard, would it not) due to the careful ministrations of the anti-gubblement government (vote for us, we'll dissolve before your very eyes)

MFAT (Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade)  says it plans to improve its efficiency by forming a smaller ministry with about 200 fewer roles.
It will also introduce a new business model, simpler systems and improved technology.

Ah ha! Great plan we're going to destroy the workforce and give the shell-shocked survivors, Blackberrys.

Some whiners have their doubts about the re-gooding (Womack. J, 1985) but they are just stick-in-the-mud public service association (PSA) types

the PSA was promised no front-line jobs would be lost, but it is no longer convinced this is the case.

Now, MFAT is the home of those most secretest of the  secret, the Security Intelligence Service of New Zild. Yes, devil-may-care, raffish and international persons of mystery, the spies. While this gubblement is verrrrrry keen on slashing the Public Service Communist party to the bone, I wonder if the spies will have to cut back on their luxury apartments and Aston Martin DB9s. Who knows, it could be a stirred martini with a teeny tiny tini and you'll damn well like it!