Photos: Getty, Eyevine, PA, Barcroft, Flat Creek Films, Rex, Wenn I KNEW I WAS BEING STALKED by the Church of Scientology when two strangers arrived on my parents’ doorstep at 10pm on a Sunday night looking for me. It was seven years ago and my father, aware of the church’s keen interest in me, told them I’d moved to Australia (I hadn’t, I was in the kitchen). The middle-aged couple were adamant they needed contact details for me, but when Dad asked if they were Scientologists, they refused to answer him, admitting only that they were from East Grinstead, where Scientology’s global HQ is based.
While this is nothing compared to what other, high-profile journalists have endured – Louis Theroux is trailed and threatened; Panorama’s John Sweeney had his hotel…
