Just let the man go in, shake the Queen’s hand, make some small talk about manhole covers and cricket, and get the hell out again. I can’t believe Her Majesty actually gives a monkeys about whether Jeremy Corbyn kneels or not. And I’m pretty sure that just days after becoming Britain’s longest-serving monarch the last thing she wants to do is get dragged into a row between the Royal family and the Labour Party. We can all do without the battle of Corbyn’s knee.