The Olympic torch relay has provided me with vast amounts of entertainment.
It’s not the runners I’m laughing at – good on them for being included in the line-up.
No, it’s the sight of six-plus bodyguards and a fleet of support vehicles following in the torch-bearer’s wake that has me in stitches.
Who knew that carrying a lit flame in public constituted such a security risk?
The fact that everyone has been issued with identikit pyjamas – sorry, tracksuits – only adds to the hilarity of the whole thing.
What a fuss about something that started out as a humble symbol of a sporting challenge designed to bring nations together.
As usual, corporate Britannia has ruined it.