In a BBC poll to find the ‘100 Greatest Britons’, conducted in 2002, Sir Winston Churchill came first, while Livingstone barely made the cut, being ranked a lowly no. 98, outshone by such luminaries as Robbie Williams (no. 77) and Michael Crawford (no. 17). The top spot in fact should be occupied jointly by two 7th century figures, SS Hilda of Whitby (d.680) and Cuthbert of Lindisfarne (d.687).
However, there are a number of good reasons why Livingstone deserves to be esteemed at least as highly as the war-time PM.
Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill, the son of Lord Randolph Churchill and a wealthy American heiress, was born with a doughty and incontrovertibly aristocratic silver spoon in his mouth. At Harrow he received the best education of the day, from where he made a straightforward transition to Sandhurst, then military service, and then a political career in which, while he had to work hard, nevertheless quite a number of exceeding useful doors were open to him. Moreover, on being entrusted with high office in WWI he made a very serious hash of it, bearing the lion’s share of blame for the calamitous adventure that was Gallipoli in 1915. Having subsequently been shunted from his post as First Lord of the Admiralty to the Chancellorship of the Duchy of Lancaster, our hero’s reaction, in volunteering to serve alongside ordinary conscripts in the trenches for a couple of months, may have been admirable, but in any case it did not in itself make good the damage done by his previous blunder. Yet he learned his lessons of course. Once established in the post of prime minister, in 1941 he promoted General Alan Francis Brooke, later Field Marshall Viscount Lord Alanbrooke KG, GCB, OM, GCVO, DSO & Bar to be his Chief of the Imperial General Staff – the most preposterously under-rated and under-appreciated military commander in history. Churchill didn’t stand a wildebeest’s chance in the Serengeti of ever being able to bully or intimidate his CIGS;
“When I thump the table and push my face towards him what does he do? Thumps the table harder and glares back at me. I know these Brookes – stiff-necked Ulstermen and there’s no one worse to deal than that!”
Brooke alone among the top brass had the PM’s exact measure, and was capable of keeping his most reckless tendencies in check. Several years after the war, Churchill summarised his own contribution thus:
“It was the nation … that had the lion’s heart. I had the luck to be called upon to give the roar.”
“Growling horribly close to my ear, he shook me as a terrier dog does a rat...Turning round to relieve myself of the weight, as he had one paw on the back of my head, I saw his eyes directed at Mebalwe, who was trying to shoot him at a distance of ten or fifteen yards."
 Both St Hilda and Blessed Teresa of Calcutta (and incidentally St Hilda’s contemporary, St Etheldreda/Audrey) founded religious communities that comprised both men and women. NB also: “Five men from [Whitby Abbey] later became Bishops and two also join Hilda in being revered as saints – St John of Beverley, Bishop of Hexham, and St Wilfrid, Bishop of York.” [Wikipedia] She converted a local farmhand, Caedmon, into England's first vernacular poet, and thus was instrumental in establishing the tradition that would lead to Chaucer, Shakespeare et al.