Dominic Minghella is the creator of two excellent British TV series, “Robin Hood” and “Doc Martin” which have both finished their current season’s airing on ABC. Great shows, really. But there’s one problem viewers would be wise to familiarise themselves with. He’s cursed.

I’ve been an avid Robin Hood fan since the first series. It’s easily in my top five. One of those shows you look forward to every week, you know? You just fall in love with all of the characters, and the witty writing keeps you coming back for more each and every week. You just can’t get enough. Everything is going along beautifully until one day, The Curse rears its ugly head, and as if a cornered viper, strikes mercilessly, like a dagger shoved straight through the viewer’s heart.

At first, you are overwhelmed by pure shock and disbelief. This persists for a brief moment, but inevitably the toxic construction starts flooding your mind with its evil and the pain begins to set in. You experience a confounding inability to mourn due to the shear weight of what you’ve just witnessed. This leads immediately to anger. Undiluted frustrated rage in its purest form. Despite and loathing targets the writer, a malefactor of the worst order, his decisions defying all possible reason and explanation. You start to feel uneasy as the wound manifests itself in physical form, welling up in your stomach. When this becomes too much to bear, your only refuge is denial, which facilitates a few faint glimmers of hope. For a while you grasp desperately at fanciful conspiracy theories that would restore the world to equilibrium. There is only one miracle that can attempt to undo the damage that was done. But even then, if such a miracle were to occur, it could not return to you the days spent mourning listlessly in the aftermath of an event of unfathomable horror.

There. That has begun to scratch the surface of how I felt last Sunday night after watching the Robin Hood final. It has been too traumatic to write about up until this point. Hopefully now you have some idea of the nature of The Curse and it’s devastating consequences. Potential viewers of Minghella’s series beware! The Curse will seduce you into a sweet, sweet world of wonder and narcotic escapism. But at the precise moment when your memories of life before such bliss begin to fade, you will be thrust furiously into the darkness.

Until tonight, I held the optimistic belief that the Robin Hood finale was a simple miscalculation. But additional evidence has surfaced, helping to substantiate my theory of The Curse. I just watched the series three final of Doc Martin. Unlike the Robin Hood final, this episode wasn’t written by Minghella himself. This fact may have helped to dilute the full impact of The Curse. However, I’ve only seen about five episodes so there is also the possibility that a reduced exposure to Doc Martin has limited The Curse’s opportunity to gain a foothold. Whatever the reason, the episode was not as maddening as the Robin Hood final. But it still conformed to the unmistakably Curse-like formula of dangling the Happy Ending Carrot before the viewer, only to have The Carrot spontaneously burst into flames seconds before a savage gust of wind blows the ashes directly into his wide eyes, blinding him forever.