When the BBC commissioned the divine Twenty Twelve, it thought it was getting a satire based on preparations for the London Olympics.
Now, as the Games get underway and the genuine cock-ups begin to reveal themselves, it is beginning to resemble a rather understated documentary.
The G4S security shambles was bad enough, but the confusion over the Korean flags at the women’s football match was too wonderful for words.
The idea would probably have been rejected by Twenty Twelve writer and director John Morton as being too ridiculous even for a comedy programme.
But an event like the Olympic Games is bound to be a source of absurdity – and I think there’s more to come.