If K and I had any power over the universe, we would, in the last fifteen minutes, have cursed Russell Davies to eternal torture, including but not limited to:

A) Inexplicable nocturnal weeping
B) FLEAS.
C) An eternal shortage of flea-powder (see B).
D) A personal thundercloud
E) Athlete's Foot
F) MYSTERIOUS ANTS IN HIS BED
G) Dreams full of Stephen Moffit monsters.

HORRIBLE, I tell you.

ETA: K has a rant too, which is under a spoiler cut and includes the reason why we're both annoyed. (Well, one of the reasons.) Apparently our Mentalnet is such that we now make nigh-identical posts at exactly the same time.

Further additions to the List of Plagues, according to K:

H) Constant lateness.
I) Socks disappearing then reappearing six weeks later, covered in fluff and mysterious stains.
J) Hair loss.
K) CRAPPY PERSONAL ASSISTANTS.

Did I mention HORRIBLE?