SO THE BNP leader will not go to the ball after all (as I write this column it is in the news that his visitor's ticket has been withdrawn by Buck Pal).
Though I've never been to any of the Queen's garden parties, I have interviewed many Hillingdon people who have graced the beautiful lawns and nibbled the royal sausage rolls over the years.
Don't you think at 83 it must be exhausting making small talk with so many strangers, especially if you're having a bad hair day or got a cold and just want to stay in with a Twix, a hot water bottle and Alan Titchmarsh on TV?
I met the Queen twice, most recently at Brunel University in 2006, but the first occasion was in 2003 when I joined a party representing the west London boroughs.
Arriving at Gunnersbury Park in Ealing for the lunch, I rushed out to phone Mr F after discovering I was to sit on a table of eight, which included only two women - me and the Queen! He very helpfully said: "Just talk about the Corgis."
I have many memories of that day, but what impressed me most was the Queen's lack of pomposity and her supreme tact, particularly when a mortified waitress knocked over a huge container, which landed with a resounding crash and released enough ice to skate on.
The only one not to look up was Her Maj, who fixed her gaze firmly away from the embarrassed youngster. Unfortunately, I also had to pretend nothing had happened as a tsunami of ice cubes slithered around my feet while staff attempted to turn back the tide.
Anyway, to get back to the earlier incident, we all know how to get in to a Buck Pal garden party now - just latch on to someone with a ticket, but obviously don't be a member of an undesirable political party. Anyone looking for a guest? My diary is open and ready.
Talking of Corgis, I met a lovely little Cairn terrier last week. Bruce is a highly intelligent dog that answered his owner, Mark Squire of Hayes, in bark-talk, shook hands, and even did a high five with his other paw. You may remember our own cuddly Cairn, who was with us from a puppy. There was an overwhelming response from readers when I wrote a feature about Ben in 2001, after he died, aged 16. Incredibly people still mention it!
Have you got an interesting pet? E-mail me at Bmailbarbara@googlemail.com.