Many moons ago in my days as a Christian the Mormons almost got me. Scrubbed shiny clean and impeccably suited and booted, they came to my home several times, I studied their leaflets, I read the Book of Mormon, which is on my shelf to this day, and although I felt the Joseph Smith story a bit iffy, the family values and apparently innocuous philosophy I could not fault. Then one day they came and gave me a leaflet that said, ‘If a man does not believe you, make him your enemy’. Bye bye Mormons. They were as misguided as the rest.