Along with recent TV books like Shama's thrilogy or Furguson's endorsement of colonialism, Empire, this is a shameful waste of writing tallent. The writing and the study is of high standard and enjoyable - but the ethos of the book/TV show is the most base. History as popularity contest and personality cult. Not critical, not probing, telling us little about history in fact. These individuals, it is claimed, achieved greatness - how? By virtue of their British genes? By their devotion to the British? By their up-bringing in Britain that allowed them to shine and so to inspire us all? Stupid. Can it really be said that Cromwell establish his particular brand of Calvinist fascism in a fit of alturism? Did Elizabeth I or Diana genuinely achieve anything in real terms (being a member of royalty is surely no achievement)? Churchill suggested on his status as war leader: who sent the troops against the minners during the war and who tried to abort the welfare state in the political womb - are we to be proud of this, equally factual, Churchill? Can Brunel with his French father/continental upbringing and Lennon with his long sejoun in New York be considered products of a grateful Britain - and how can they not be joined by Gandhi, a life long member of the British Empire? How many black Britons were passed over I wonder, how many gay's, how many slightly risky Britons ignored in favour of a compact, sanitized history - one that would attract TV ratings, telephone revenue's, easy publication distribution ... In short this book does not represent a level of intellect to be encouraged.