If you’ve ever done the tour of the Houses of Parliament, it is impossible to come away without a strong sense of history, pomp and pageantry. You get the same feeling looking round the state rooms at Buckingham Palace, St George’s Chapel, Windsor or the Foreign and Commonwealth Office.

Architecture combines with myth and legend to leave you feeling the hand of history on your shoulder. You can see the Royal Robing Room, the Prince’s Gallery, the Queen’s throne, and the oil paintings of Victoria and Albert. I first saw the inside in the mid-80s, when a nice man from the NUS, now dead, showed me round. When I got my first job there, Harriet Harman gave me a lift in her car from Peckham to ‘the office’ as she described the sight so touching in its majesty, as we drove over Westminster Bridge. I get a thrill walking in, even now after all these years.

The problem with the Houses of Parliament is that they are faked. If you seek a metaphor for our mythologised system of democracy (Magna Carta, Glorious Revolution, Reform Acts, etc) look around the Palace of Westminster. It was designed by Augustus Pugin as a deliberate copy of a medieval cathedral. Luckily there was one across the road to serve as a reminder. His perpendicular gothic masterpiece is a grand forgery, filled with fake iconography, relics and old-looking statues. Pugin was bonkers of course, driven mad by syphilis and dead by the age of 40. His biographer suggests he caught the disease as a teen, hanging around with a disreputable theatre crowd, which is where he learned the art of tricking an audience.

As if that’s not bad enough, the chamber of the Commons is an even bigger fake. On 10 May 1941, the Luftwaffe completely destroyed the chamber with incendiary bombs. All that remains has been made into the door frame of the chamber that replaced it. Parliament met in Church House, down the road, for the rest of the war, and assembled in the House of Lords after the 1945 election. The great dramas of the 1945 parliament were played out in the red end of the building, appropriately enough, not the green.

The dilemma faced by the post-war parliamentarians was how to replace the chamber. Jimmy Maxton, the Red Clydeside MP, said

‘I should like to see premises built on a fine site, in good English parkland, as near to London as the kind of land can be got—some 20 miles out, I should say, is not an impossible distance—and there I would erect the finest building that British architecture can devise.’

I suppose we should give thanks that Maxton’s advice went unheeded, lest Parliament had been rebuilt in Slough, Basildon or Potters Bar, in the same 1940s vernacular as say, the National Theatre or the ‘new towns’ such as Letchworth.

Winston Churchill, ever-keen to invent national myths, insisted that it be rebuilt in line with Pugin’s original designs, which in turn were based on a middle ages chapel, with choir stalls and an altar. That’s why Members bob their heads, like the priest facing the ‘holy end’ of a church. Whilst the bombed-out cities and ports of Britain were being recast in concrete and steel, with soulless walkways and nightmarish tower blocks, there was a corner of SW1 which was forever 1399.

At the end of October, the House of Commons Commission produced a report into the future of the Palace of Westminster. It stated boldly that doing nothing is not an option. The roofs are leaking, the structure will become ever-more unsafe, and parts are already not fit for purpose. The ‘new’ building Portcullis House has a hole in the glass ceiling (not in a good way), and you can’t get a phone signal in the MPs’ offices. It’s time to mend the roof, whether the sun’s shining or not. But, alas, the commission emphatically ruled out moving Parliament elsewhere.

This is a missed opportunity. As Meg Hillier MP has pointed out, there’s a fantastic potential venue, with great transport links, at the site of the Olympic Park. Westminster becomes ‘EastMinster’, at least whilst the repairs are carried out. If the 1940s Parliament could meet in Church House, the 2010s Parliament could meet anywhere it chose. It doesn’t have to be in London. Brighton or Birmingham could prove as hospitable. But that if that sounds too expensive, then why not the QEII Conference Centre on the other side of Parliament Square, or Methodist Central Hall? The latter was good enough for the founding sessions of the United Nations in January 1946; it’s surely up to MPs’ deliberations on fish quotas or payments to the European Union.

I’ve nothing against the Palace of Westminster, other than it is a ‘Royal’ palace, a dank mausoleum, a dusty museum and it weighs down our half-grown democracy with its invented tradition and deliberate barriers to the citizen (sorry, ‘strangers’). It would make a fine tourist attraction, alongside Westminster Abbey in the UNESCO heritage site.

Democracy, however, is served better by buildings designed to be open, inclusive, transparent and welcoming. Israel’s Knesset or the Scottish parliament serve as good examples. Churchill knew that we shape our buildings then they shape us. It’s time to shape a parliament building which celebrates rights, democracy and citizenship, not kings, wueens and pretend pageantry.

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Paul Richards writes a weekly column for Progress, Paul’s week in politics. He tweets @LabourPaul

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Photo: UK Parliament