It only occurred to me recently that the sequel to one of my favourite games of the last few years is due to reach our sunburnt shores within the next fortnight.
Being October, the calm before the storm in terms of game releases, I’d completely forgotten all about it, until I saw this.

The beauty of this man's grizzled chin is also blinding.
It’s a still from one of the trailers for Uncharted 3: Drake’s Deception, which from this point forward shall be re-classified as Indy 5.
It’s been said before, but Uncharted 2 was the Indiana Jones movie George Lucas should have produced, but clearly no longer possesses the talent to do.
There was the right mix of fantasy-relic shenanigans, flirting and leaping from one train to another. It was game of the year for most, and it’s one of the few games of the modern generation that I’ll happily replay.
Part of the secret is that you can buy weapons on repeat playthroughs, which is fantastic because it means you can fly through the game with the crossbow, a glorious one-shot kill gun that makes the game ten times more enjoyable.
So with Uncharted 3 just around the corner, that’s exactly what I’m going to do: fall in love with Drake, shoot everything in the face with poison darts and then subsequently hate him for not hooking up with Chloe more.
Stupid blondes.
That’s enough of me though. What will you be playing this weekend?