Been plugging away at Monster Hunter 3 this week, doing my level best to progress without screaming in frustration and then hitting the road to find myself in Tibet.  But last night I returned to the comfort of Uncharted 3 Co-Op, which is like a warm blanket after a day of fighting polar bears.

As I get older, I find multiplayer shooters are a young man's game. Co-Op is where the more frail of  us wander, wanting to help one another survive the onslaught of AI instead of getting teabagged by some young punk full of youth and stolen Daft Punk songs on his iPod.