I'm sure there's a logical explanation as to why I crossed Lara Croft on my way to work this morning. I know I'm prone to exaggerate sometimes, but I'm pretty damn confident I saw a woman walking in crotch-level short-shorts (in january!), showing lots of interesting curves (which, I admit, caused me to do a double-take, sorry sweetie), a large plait of hair and two shiny nickel-plated-like lumps in holsters on each hip.
The fuck?!?