Churchill; Or Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill as he is also known.
 
Recently, whether it be my father coming out in me or a past life pushing its way to the surface, I have become somewhat interested in the man. Interested in the sense that I have downloaded his entire back catalogue of speeches during WW2 and have two images of him hanging in picture frames in my living room. Maybe this says more about me than it does about Winston, but this was all driven by a visit to the Cabinet War Rooms (CWR).
 
Hidden away (ironic that) just down from Horse Guards Parade, down a rather unglamorous staircase, through a small corridor are the CWR. Now, I’m not going to describe every room to you because, a) I have a word limit for this article and, b) I would not do them justice, they need to be experienced. When I talk about being 'experienced', of course you can experience the fantastic reconstructions in each room with authentic decor, artefacts and audio guide; models dressed in original clothing and even a portly Churchill figure, with customary cigar in hand.

But for me, it’s all of the arguments, debates and decisions that you can imagine happening within those cramped rooms. The biting of nails, the nervous scratching into chair arms, (you can actually see these marks on Churchill’s chair), all as the War swung perilously for and against the allies.
 
You don’t need to, but have a little read-up on the War Rooms, it really helps more for your imagination. The decisions made in those rooms, ultimately decided the War. They were slept in, argued in, laughed in and probably even cried in.
 
You need to go. And make sure you see both parts. The War rooms and the Museum, I missed the latter, but gives me a reason to go again!