
Apparently I hate Winston Churchill
I walked in, iced coffee in hand, to be told, “Sorry you can’t drink that in here”. My first summer job was at this place when I was an awkward 16-year-old who loved history. Now, I’m an awkward 23-year-old who still loves history, but is perhaps a little more cynical nowadays. I finished my coffee off in the reception area, and went upstairs.It was my birthday, which is traditionally a time of year when I wander around, picking up books I don’t need. But this year the weather was lovely, so I t...