My interest in Scientology was piqued a few months ago when my five flatmates and I were loading groceries into my car at Sydney’s Broadway shopping centre.  We could hear military drilling wafting over from the adjacent building – a Scientology ‘Center’, “About face, Half face, Full turn!”  We peered over the side into their loading dock and it was full of people spinning and turning in unison, faster and faster.  When someone got it wrong, their name was yelled and everyone had to do push-ups – puffing and grumbling at the guilty person.  
 
 We did what any normal Aussie would do in such a situation. We heckled, . . .