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"Not the easiest house guest": Churchill at the White House
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Roosevelt and Churchill at the White House. Getty
âYou see, Mr President, I have nothing to hideâ
Winston Churchill made quite an impression during his time as a guest at the White House, says The Economist. The prime minister visited three times during Franklin Rooseveltâs three terms and once during Dwight Eisenhowerâs presidency â all of which were memorable to the staff. As one chief usher at the White House recalled: âIn his room, Mr Churchill wore no clothes at all most of the time during the day.â His bodyguard recounted how, during the PMâs first visit in 1941, President Roosevelt knocked on his door only to find Churchill âstark naked, a drink in one hand, a cigar in the otherâ. Roosevelt, clearly flustered, offered to leave, but Churchill demurred: âYou see, Mr President, I have nothing to hide.â The two leaders then spoke for an hour.
Churchill was ânot the easiest house guestâ. Even allowing for the time and trouble of a long sea crossing, his visits were often protracted: he would install himself in what is now known as the Queenâs bedroom for weeks at a time. He kept odd hours, working and talking into the early hours of the morning. Eleanor Roosevelt once said it always took her husband âseveral days to catch up on sleep after Mr Churchill leftâ. Padding around the White House halls barefoot in his âsiren suitâ (a tailor-made romper he began wearing during air raids on London), the PM âearned the admiration of the White House staff for his prodigious appetiteâ. A secret service officer once said that he âconsumed brandy and scotch with a grace and enthusiasm that left us all open-mouthed in aweâ.
Mr Churchill in the White House by Robert Schmuhl is available here.
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Inside politics
Harris, probably laughing at memes. Brandon Bell/Getty
If youâre not well versed in popular culture, the US election may require some interpretation, says Nesrine Malik in The Guardian. At the Democratic National Convention, Nancy Pelosi was introduced as the âMother of Dragonsâ â a reference to Game of Thrones. Kamala Harris herself has been anointed as âbratâ, in homage to pop star Charli XCXâs album of the same name, denoting a âconfident, nonchalantly rebellious womanâ. Then there are the âwife guysâ: men like Harrisâs husband, Doug Emhoff, and her running mate Tim Walz who are ânot ashamed to talk up their wivesâ and âtake a back seatâ. Since the moment Joe Biden stepped down, weâve seen the world of social media and politics fully converge, with memes, celebrity and cultural symbolism now the language of the Democratic campaign. And so far, it seems to be working: Harris is, by all accounts, having a âRennaissanceâ (a reference to BeyoncĂ©).
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Comment
Lucky trio: Reeves, Cooper and Streeting
Labour can do things the Tories would never get away with
I have watched Labour Chancellor Rachel Reevesâs abolition of the winter fuel allowance with âsomething like aweâ, says Douglas Murray in The Spectator. Not because I like the allowance, which has always seemed to me one of those schemes by which the government bribes the public âwith the publicâs own money and expects gratitude for doing soâ. What interests me is the ânon-responseâ Reeves has received. If a Tory chancellor had cancelled the scheme, it would have been widely decried as âfresh evidence that the Conservative partyâs policy platform included freezing the elderly to deathâ. Yet for some reason what would have been âgenocidalâ in the hands of the Tories is mere economic sense in the hands of Labour.
Similarly, I have long believed only Labour could tackle illegal immigration. And lo, last week the Home Secretary announced a âlarge surgeâ of return flights out of the UK for failed asylum seekers. So far, everyone has nodded and accepted that Yvette Cooper is âtrying to mend a broken system and good luck to herâ, instead of denouncing her as a âwhite supremacist, a member of the KKK, or âliterally Hitlerââ. Had Priti Patel or Suella Braverman announced such a policy, it would have been declared the start of a âfourth Reichâ. I wonder what Labourâs next miracle will be. My moneyâs on the âunreformed money-pitâ of the NHS. The left loves accusing the Tories of wishing to destroy the NHS, despite the âvast spigot of cashâ the last government turned on for it. But when Health Secretary Wes Streeting announces his inevitable plan to give patients access to private hospitals to cut waiting lists, he wonât be privatising the NHS, he will be saving it... âLucky Rachel. Lucky Yvette. Lucky Wes.â
Sport
RÀikkönen before the 2006 Grand Prix. Bryn Lennon/Getty
In the world of Formula One, fortunes can change in a heartbeat, says Theo Baker in Air Mail. In 2006, while leading the Monaco Grand Prix, Kimi RĂ€ikkönenâs silver McLaren caught fire. The âsteely Finnish driverâ pulled over to the side of the track, lifted himself out of his car, and, as race officials rushed to put out the flames, calmly removed his helmet, brushed off the debris, walked straight to his yacht in the nearby marina, and watched the rest of the race from a hot tub. A year later, he won the Driversâ Championship, the highest award in motorsports, by just a single point.
Quoted
âIâve fallen in love or imagine that I have; went to a party and lost my head. Bought a horse which I donât need at all.â
Diary entry by Leo Tolstoy, 1851