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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

“You see, Mr President, I have nothing to hide”

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 Roosevelt’s three terms and once during Dwight Eisenhower’s presidency – all of which were memorable to the staff. As one chief usher at the White House recalled: “In his room, Mr Churchill wore no clothes at all most of the time during the day.” His bodyguard recounted how, during the PM’s first visit in 1941, President Roosevelt knocked on his door only to find Churchill “stark naked, a drink in one hand, a cigar in the other”. Roosevelt, clearly flustered, offered to leave, but Churchill demurred: “You see, Mr President, I have nothing to hide.” The two leaders then spoke for an hour.

Churchill was “not the easiest house guest”. 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 Queen’s 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 “several days to catch up on sleep after Mr Churchill left”. Padding around the White House halls barefoot in his “siren suit” (a tailor-made romper he began wearing during air raids on London), the PM “earned the admiration of the White House staff for his prodigious appetite”. A secret service officer once said that he “consumed brandy and scotch with a grace and enthusiasm that left us all open-mouthed in awe”.

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 you’re 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 “Mother of Dragons” – a reference to Game of Thrones. Kamala Harris herself has been anointed as “brat”, in homage to pop star Charli XCX’s album of the same name, denoting a “confident, nonchalantly rebellious woman”. Then there are the “wife guys”: men like Harris’s husband, Doug Emhoff, and her running mate Tim Walz who are “not ashamed to talk up their wives” and “take a back seat”. Since the moment Joe Biden stepped down, we’ve 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 “Rennaissance” (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 Reeves’s abolition of the winter fuel allowance with “something like awe”, 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 “with the public’s own money and expects gratitude for doing so”. What interests me is the “non-response” Reeves has received. If a Tory chancellor had cancelled the scheme, it would have been widely decried as “fresh evidence that the Conservative party’s policy platform included freezing the elderly to death”. Yet for some reason what would have been “genocidal” 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 “large surge” of return flights out of the UK for failed asylum seekers. So far, everyone has nodded and accepted that Yvette Cooper is “trying to mend a broken system and good luck to her”, instead of denouncing her as a “white supremacist, a member of the KKK, or ‘literally Hitler’”. Had Priti Patel or Suella Braverman announced such a policy, it would have been declared the start of a “fourth Reich”. I wonder what Labour’s next miracle will be. My money’s on the “unreformed money-pit” of the NHS. The left loves accusing the Tories of wishing to destroy the NHS, despite the “vast spigot of cash” 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 won’t be privatising the NHS, he will be saving it... “Lucky Rachel. Lucky Yvette. Lucky Wes.”

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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€ikkönen’s silver McLaren caught fire. The “steely Finnish driver” 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 Drivers’ Championship, the highest award in motorsports, by just a single point.

Quoted

“I’ve fallen in love or imagine that I have; went to a party and lost my head. Bought a horse which I don’t need at all.”
Diary entry by Leo Tolstoy, 1851

That’s it. You’re done.