Yeah, a friend of mine on their way home got roped into taking a stress test. They didn't have an E-meter, but it was 2 hrs long, and not too interesting. They were told the usual "You're stressed, buy our stuff".

Other than that nothing much moar to report.

Where?

Oh yeah... New Street, by Ethel.

Who's Ethel?

Ethel Street?

Yeah, they did that with me. Only I got to hold the cans. And stare at some tight sweater outlined boob. :rolleyes:

They were in town earlier, took one.

E-meter = complete shit. They guy testing me was fiddling with a dial to adjust the needle to display different readings. They work off how much pressure you apply to the 'handles'. The harder you grip them, the more stressed you are, it seems.

The test itself wasn't that great either: "Think of something. You're thinking of something, right? Look at the needle, see how stressed you are about it?"

And got the general responses to the questions I asked from the point of view of a 'clueless member of the public', with regards to what the e-meter was, who L Ron was, what the book (Dianetics) was about.