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Everyone who turns right out of Goodge Street tube station will at some time or other have been offered a free personality test by one of the intensely sincere zealots outside the scientology shop. (I say shop, but I’m not entirely sure what it is they’re selling - perhaps a mental laundry would be a better description?)

It happened to me this morning. I usually don’t get bothered by them as I put on the same face that I use to deter chuggers. However, I got caught doing a double-take on their poster. I guess the zealot took this as a sign that my brain is susceptable to washing, and asked if I’d like a personality test. My standard response ‘No thanks, I’ve definitely got one’ normally works, but being caught in the act encouraged the wide-eyed one to press me further and continued to project his positivity at me. I felt obliged to explain and informed him that there was a spelling mistake on his poster (moden instead of modern). Obviously there’s plenty more that’s wrong with his poster and his silly cult, but I thought it more polite to keep it to the typo. The zealot, to his credit, persisted, and told me that As only the second person this year to notice, I was entitled to a prize of, you’ve guessed it, a free personality test. At this point, I decided I wasn’t cut out for the Hollywood A-list, and like a tabloid reporter, I made my excuses and left.

Click to see the typo

 Chalky