So it was a record slow start - I had a nice sit on my own before the one with no name turned up, then we followed that up with more sitting and going through everyone's excuses for not being there before deciding to go set up at the org. The doors were wide when we arrived, free stress test sign out - quickly resolved by a bit of OT3 over the trollcannon. We started up the tunes, and between us had enough signs to practically wallpaper the building next to the org, with a couple left to hold. As is often the case with less people, we slaughtered my flier supply, even sticking to the quieter side on the road. Reinforcements arrived in the form of Eight and then anon & newfag, whose names I forget, and then finally Waffle. Eight took some more very neatly cut fliers across to the dark side, in what was either an admirable quest or a sensible escape, leaving us all to burn up in the sun. We had a number of people come and talk to us, some refusing fliers simply to tell us "I know all about them", many words of support and a few familiar stories (e.g. I took the test and bought a book a decade ago, they're still sending me promo material). There was the usual combination of amusement and bemusement at our choice in music and the spectacle as a whole. Eight spotted a guy taking photos of us that he's sure he'd seen at previous raids - either us clocking him or an encore of OT3 made him disappear down the street. Predictably running out of flyers before long, we rounded off the afternoon by lining the side of the street with our signs, and Eight enthusiastically compelling drivers to honk in support - the resulting cacophony no doubt letting those deep inside the org know we were there. You know you've ended well (and in the absence of Fuckeye) when you completely miss pub o'clock - at ten past three we called it a day, gave the Scientologists a wave and went either to the pub or whatever the youngfags do these days. I may have accidentally left a couple of QR codes in the vicinity of the org. Don't worry, G.M.P. - I'm sure they'll be long gone by now. The result of the raid? Unknown quantity of fliers given out, public awareness raised, a few hours in which the org had no chance of claiming new victims, some lulz and some anons walking around with very localised tans/sunburns on their face. I've probably forgotten stuff, but for now here's my pics. Cameraphone quality, I'm afraid. Well done to everyone who turned up and lasted out in the heat, welcome to our newfag, and hopefully we'll be back to full(ish) strength in October. And there better be some damn cake. Lots of signs: My initial raiding buddy Anonymous is not your friend. Reinforcements arrive and die in the heat: In front of a rather fetching condom ad. How could you not?