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£5k well spent, then.
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Did Harry Paton play last night?
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Watched near the end. My phone is gutter so it was blurry; did she get any kills? And I assume she won as the guy was in the storm? [emoji38]
Aye, towards the end there's 9 left and she sneaks in while they eliminate one another. It gets down to 4, with the other lone ranger attacking the duo atop the hill; he then dies and she gets spotted in a bush, and sniped by one of the duo. I can only assume that as she runs and dodges gunfire, one of them falls down the wrong side of the mountain and ends up in the storm, getting knocked down. After that, at a guess, the other guy follows him to revive him and they both die in the storm. It was a bizarre moment. She fired 3 bullets in the entire game, all in error after holding in R2 after drinking a shield potion. I'd like to think that she's simply a strategic genius and pacifist.3 -
Quite unbelievable scenes last night as my girlfriend won a duos game on her own. She enjoys looting etc but has only ever killed two people in her admittedly limited time playing the game. I was just fannying around on my phone until about midway through this clip; she encountered competition at the prison right at the start but hid in a corner to avoid it and then made her way inwards. Probably the most boring 15 minutes of game footage in existence, so skipping/skimming is advised, but it's pretty glorious all the same. Jubilant and yet confusing scenes ensued with the Victory Royale. This should serve as a reminder to any disheartened folk who aren't very good and haven't won a game yet that it is very much achievable.
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Quick question, my son is bugging me to buy some V bucks for this game. More that likely going to say no but can you get all the decent loots by grinding the game or do you need to pay real money to unlock some stuff?
It depends on what he's looking to buy with them, I would say, along with how much he plays the game. If you play the game a decent amount then the battle pass (850 V-bucks) represents decent value; I am fairly dead against micro-transactions etc but bought the battle pass the other day myself, the reason being that you can unlock further V-bucks by levelling up your battle pass. Already, I've amassed more than enough to buy next season's battle pass (in 42 days' time), so I didn't really begrudge paying the £8 this once when I've spent £45 on the likes of the latest CoD and spent about 5% of the time playing them, and had much less fun doing so. If he's looking to simply buy one-off cosmetic items, ie. the dances, emotes, outfits or harvesting tools, then I'd be in the "nae chance" camp.
With the battle pass itself you unlock a lot more stuff than you can get for free; you don't really get much at all without paying, but that doesn't really matter because the add-ons are all purely cosmetic. Outside of the battle pass there is a "store" within the game which offers individual items at a V-buck cost (all of which are a rip-off - you're talking about 20 quid a go for a new costume and axe combo).
In short, I would say sit him down, give him 8 quid and tell him that's the only money he's getting to spend on Fortnite. He can spunk it all away on one item if he wants, or he can buy the battle pass, earn a load more items, plus more V-bucks for perhaps another battle pass when this "season" ends in 6 weeks. If he plays the game enough he'll amass enough V-bucks to keep buying battle passes over time and maybe the odd item from the store if he's got leftover cash.
Just had a wee look there: the battle pass costs 850 and you can buy 1000 for £8. Playing for free, you can earn a maximum of 200 per 50-day season; with a battle pass, you can earn 100 incrementally up to a total of 1300. That does rely on getting to the top level in the battle pass, which would take a fair amount of play time, but if your boy plays it regularly then he should be able to get to 850 again fairly easily, given he'll have 150 spare and then the ability to earn 1500 through playing.
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My favourite victory on Fortnite thus far came last night:
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3 consecutive squad wins in a row earlier on. So pleasing. Junk Junction
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berwick-the-unbeatable is a Fortnite god. That will be all.
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NOTE: DUE TO TECHNICAL FAILURE GIFS WILL FOLLOW. APOLOGIES FOR ANY AND ALL INCONVENIENCE CAUSED BY THIS.
Isn't it wonderful when, as a grown-up, you forget all about the advent calendar your mother has bought you out of tradition? You dig it out; you hear the rattling of the foil within, and all of a sudden, rather than the intended measly daily 5g offering of milk chocolate, you're tearing open 4 doors and ravenously throwing the miniature chocolates down your gullet. Well, it's with great pleasure that I announce a similarly joy-bringing quadruple dose of oh-so-sweet Clyde-Berwick flavoured sustenance on this fine day.
December 14th:
The first subject of today's the_bully_wee advent extravaganza is one who may be somewhat unfamiliar to Clyde fans not entirely engrossed in the relationship between our club and Berwick's. It's not often that a non-playing staff member is so widely revered as a club legend in his own right, but Len Eyre has achieved that remarkable feat after the evergreen Brian Porteous passed the proverbial baton of chairmanship to him. Lenny, as he's affectionately known, has carried on the fine work of his predecessor and really elevated the club to new heights. An electrician by trade, Len spent 8 years as a director at Berwick before winning the race to become the new head of the boardroom, a role which he commenced in May 2016. Some of Len's greatest accomplishments as chairman include overhauling the youth system to great effect - with youngsters such as Charlie Denton going on to be released by Cowdenbeath - and hosting Shielfield Park's very own summer music festival, which featured local acts whose stylings could be enjoyed by young and old alike. Alas, the loss-making venture has since been canned, surely a piece of short-sighted thinking given the sparsity of festivals in the northern music scene. More promisingly, though, attempts to create a community sports hub within Berwick are gathering momentum and the Eyre-led Berwick Rangers FC is firmly at the heart of these plans.
December 16th:
If Len Eyre was a left-field choice behind door 14, then prepare to be dazzled by number 16. This great young man won a competition to become Berwick's official mascot earlier this year, beating off stiff competition from Betty the Bandit and Ben the Borderer. Curiously, nobody knows his real name, nay his true identity, but perhaps this is due to the fact he is always seen shrouded in his trademark bandana - which it's said that he stole from Betty just before they were to be judged by the BRFC Mascot Panel. He's a highly mysterious figure and it's said that he models in his spare time, possibly a result of his dashing good looks and Christian Grey-esque sense of mystery and intrigue. I present to you all, alongside his pet human and aforementioned chairman Len Eyre, the handsome chap who can only be termed The Berwick Dugg.
December 18th:
We're inside the last week of Friendship Advent, which can mean only one thing. Things are going to be ramped up from here on in, starting with a man who is festively plump all year round. Along with JP McGovern and Peter MacDonald, this man played an absolutely enormous part in securing the league status of both of our illustrious clubs by helping to mastermind the 1-1 draw which saved both clubs last season; the game which was, indeed, the inaugural Friendship Derby. It's a mark of this man's genius that it took two men from Clyde to plot their part in proceedings, while he shouldered the entire intellectual burden on Berwick's end himself.
John Coughlin is a man who's endured a puzzling career, all-told. Born in New York City, earning himself the nickname of Big Fat Yankee John, Coff, as he's also known, presumably jetted back over to bonnie Scotland as a youngster and embarked on a career in low-level football. Starting off in the juniors, John stepped into the relative big-time with Meadowbank Thistle, making the right back berth his own over two seasons in the earlier nineties before a three-year stint at his one love, Berwick Rangers Football Club. Injury caused Coughlin to retire, and he assisted gaffer Tom Hendrie, winning promotion in 1994. The duo moved to Alloa in 1997, where Coughlin experienced the sweet taste of promotion again - and not for the last time - in '98.
Soon after this second triumph, St. Mirren hired the in-demand, dynamic management duo. Hendrie left The Saints in 2002, at which point it was decided that Coff's coaching pedigree was impressive enough for him to take on the challenge of pushing St. Mirren into the upper echelons of the then-First Division. However, things didn't work out for Coughlin at Love Street, and he was sacked in late 2003. Having had his team playing in a highly attractive fashion, he decided it was time to re-invent the wheel. John took the massive decision to take a step backwards in order to take two forwards, and returned to his land of birth to coach university soccer. Shacking up in Philadelphia, apparently due to his admiration of the cream cheese of the same name, Drexel Dragons men's soccer team was to be his new side. And with Drexel came a new footballing (or fatballing) philosophy; heavy entertainment. Disgusting football was to be the way here on out, with his time at Drexel gaining particular attention. The well-thought-of Terrace Podcast covered this stint in August (18 mins in HERE).
Reborn in the States, John returned to Scotland in 2005 and was hired as Berwick Rangers manager. It was in his second affair with the club that he achieved the greatest triumph of his career; utterly shafting Arbroath in a canter to the '06/'07 Third Division title, ahead of Tell Him He's Pele's "Greatest Association Football Team of All Time" Queen's Park and the previously-stated Angus mutants. A purported lack of ambition from the board led to Coff's departure in 2007, with the club struggling in the Second Division.
John then went into a deep depression and developed an addiction to Ochilview, with spells at Stenhousemuir and East Stirlingshire, two of the most nothing teams ever to have occupied Scottish football, taking him from 2007-2014. He achieved nothing, in line with the expectations and histories of both clubs.
In late 2015, though, something remarkable happened. Coughlin came home. He tried to make it third time extra-lucky with Berwick, but after a hugely-promising post-Christmas in the 2015/16 season, Berwick endured a tough campaign the following year once their most promising loanees and the infamous Hendo had departed. The start of this season saw Coughlin pining for a return of his trademark defensive solidity seen throughout his times at Berwick; a title-win built on what he, in the summer, called "stinginess" and that insane run of clean sheets in early '16. Sadly, this never came to fruition, and after a thoroughly sobering 5-1 reverse at home to Annan Agricultural, Coughlin was finally given the bullet. This came after an unaccepted offer of resignation after former Berwick youth player and current Cowden donkey Josh Morris sworded his side in last season's Scottish Cup with one of the Lowland League's worst sides. In spite of this relative failure, the qualified roofer found remarkable success in his full-time role, famously doing a wonderful job repairing the roof at Shielfield and overhauling, with Len Eyre, a youth structure which looks set to unearth and develop the League 2 stars of tomorrow.
May his legacy never, ever die. He is big, he is fat, he is a Yankee. He's John Coughlin; a man whom both of our great clubs owe an unpayable debt.
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December 12th:
I'm embarrassed, I'm ashamed, I'm self-affronted. I have let myself - and, critically, countless others - down and enormous apologies are due to all of you lovely people. I've betrayed the spirit of this friendship, and for what? To sell my soul in seeing festive joy being milked into the big, fat pale of capitalism at Edinburgh's Christmas market. I am a total disgrace. And, above all, I am sorry.
I feel as though the moment has been and gone in terms of celebrating a man under the current/historical employ of either club on the 12th, so I think it's time that, as a collective, we pay homage to a man who embodies the friendship between our clubs more than any other person, thing or idea. He's a man whom I worship - a beacon of hope and honour in a forum which is 80% vermin - the man who single-handedly, pain-stakingly laid the groundwork for the verbal, written and physical bodying of the region of Angus and its mutant denizens.
Some of his extensive back catalogue of fine work includes keeping the company which produces MD 20/20 afloat, betraying company policy to essentially rig a competition to ensure I won a £25 Amazon gift voucher and causing a literal meltdown within Arbroath FC during their '06-'07 title fight with his beloved Berwick. But, as alluded to above, he's best and most keenly remembered for living out his dream; bringing Angus down, one peg at a time. It's at this time we must remember the thousands of times that he has put it right up and around SimonLichtie. despite having been the unwilling recipient of the aforementioned's passive-aggressive teen-crush-esque desire and physical harassment, and the sacrifices he has made in order to illicit dozens of seething reactions and secure a legacy which now means he doesn't even have to be present on a thread in order to have Montrose and Cowdenbeath fans tripping over one another to revere their favourite Dick Dastardly figure in that endearing, backwards, idiosyncratic fashion we've come to know and love.
He is incredible, he sits squarely at the top table of the annual Friendship Derby Dinner, he is deserving of far better than the treachery I have shown in snaking this calendar. He is berwick-the-unbeatable. I could sit here and eulogise about him until the 23rd but such is his humility, this is about as short as I could possibly make it without completely underselling the man.
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December 10th:
Today we have another late - but great - submission, just sneaking in before the deadline. It's a man synonymous with Berwick's better sides of the past decade, but one who may best be remembered as the man who dared Jimmy Crease to substitute him, before throwing his shirt at the 58-time Berwick boss on his way off the park and engaging in fisticuffs with him in the Hampden Park tunnel. Or perhaps, he's remembered most of all for a bizarre meltdown during which he invited a supremely popular and right honourable Berwick fan to insert the player's seasonal top goalscorer reward inside said fan's own rectum.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Darren Gribben. Gribbs' career has been a nomadic one, and in the black and gold he played some of his best stuff, appearing for the club from 2008-2012 across two spells. Those spells bookended a move to Dumbarton; during his short time there, Darren was accused by fellow players of thievery and was shortly after bodied out the door. Before returning to Berwick, though, Gribben sampled life in the juniors - where he's currently plying his trade.
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December 8th:
I'm sorry for the wait - I know it's late. But here's number 8 - it's Berwick great, Eric Tait!
Eric is a true Berwick Rangers stalwart, a club legend in his own right. With well over 500 appearances and 100 goals for The Borderers after joining from Coldstream, it goes without saying that he's the all-time Berwick record holder in both categories. Having managed the club for 4 years alongside his playing duties (which saw him play in every position on the pitch), he's now best-known to Wee Gers and opposition fans alike as the exuberant host of Berwick Rangers TV, where he routinely displays limited journalistic ability and passionately rants to the incumbent Berwick gaffer/the game's man of the match about his take on what's just unfolded during the preceding 90 minutes. Known for his catchphrase, "Well, John", during Coughlin's now-finished reign as Berwick boss, Eric caught wind of a video compilation featuring the catchphrase and has since reined himself in. Without further ado, here is the now-customary GIF and a link to said compilation.
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December 6th:
This evening we celebrate the career of a man who, like Paul McMullan before him, donned the colours of both of our historic clubs with some aplomb. Fabio Cannavaro in his own box and Peter Crouch in that of his opponents', this well-kent lower league centre back is one of very few men whose reputation hasn't been completely tarnished by his association with Angus clubs.
He's unmistakable, he's unforgettable, he's a walking and talking red card. He is every stadium announcer's worst nightmare. He is Michael "Bolo" Bolochoweckyj.
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December 4th:
It's time to really ramp it up now. Three mere weeks to go until the anti-climax of the festive season (after the Derby - duh), the winter's chill starting to take full effect. But what could warm our collective cockles on this brisk winter's eve? Ah, yes. A man widely revered for his footballing talents in every Clyde fan's favourite home from home, Northumberland.
The year was 2008, his parent club had quite magnificently popped its clogs and he had just been freshly released from serving the frankly inhumane sentence of a loan spell with Montrose when he was enticed to Shielfield Park by then-gaffer Michael Renwick. He served The Bandits with distinction, clocking up a hugely impressive three-figure tally of appearances with almost a half-century of goals in all competitions. A thorn in the side of all Scottish Third Division/League 2 opponents over the next 6 years, he was unceremoniously released by club legend Ian Little in 2013, at which point he dropped down a few levels to try and revive his career at Peterhead. He famously scored against Glasgow Rangers in 2012, only to see his strike rendered much less meaningful by an utterly shameful officiating conspiracy.
You know who he is, but I'll tell you anyway. Mr. December 4th is indeed Fraser McLaren, the man for whom the adage "flattered to deceive" was hand-crafted. Here he is being bodied by number 3 on our calendar, John Sweeney, in a barely-recognisable and frankly sad time when the Friendship Derby wasn't formally accredited and celebrated by the entirety of both clubs.
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December 2nd:
Checking in behind door number 2 on our festive calendar is Berwick starlet turned Junior languisher Lee "Curry" Currie, who defied the Project Brave nemesis of video games to prove that munchie boxes can also ruin careers. A free kick maestro and midfield maverick, a trial with Hearts a few years back ultimately started his glorious descent into Junior football. An absolute baller for me on Football Manager 14.
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I fucking love Berwick Rangers Football Club. Fucking love it. I am dripping wet with anticipation for this game. I am dreaming of a Christmas romance with an eligible Berwicker so anyone with a recommendation please give me a shout.
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From what I know, it's the case that Rockstar want to focus more on adding single-player/story content to GTA V, while the publisher, Take Two, are perpetuating the classic Activision-esque money-grab and ensuring new content will maximise the need for microtransactions online. Apparently both parties haven't been getting on well over it all for some time.
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Was absolutely fucking roasting when I was there last September. Generally about 25-30 during the day and you'd be lucky if it dropped much below 20 at night, but I was so blootered that this didn't present much of an issue. Pints were about 40-50 Kr wherever we went and, even in the five-level club there (well worth going to) located in/beside the small strip mall type thing next to the river, a pint was about 90 Kr or £3. Harley's is a brilliant bar to go to; a place where noughties hits are churned out and dancing on the tables is actively encouraged. Throughout the day I'd say just follow locals into boozers to find the better/more authentic ones - pretty sure they drink fairly casually (and not to excess like us) over there so that should see you right. On our last night (a Saturday) there was this tourist-aimed "Drunken Monkey" bar crawl being advertised around the centre of the city which I was initially sceptical about. £20, however, got you entry to a few bars/clubs and a free alcoholic buffet of beer for an hour in a pub beforehand. Met folk from all sorts of countries throughout the night.
As far as non-drinking activities are concerned, I'd recommend going to see the castle in particular, although it's a bit of a trek and thirsty business on a warm day. Amazing views of the city once you finally scale the hill up to it, though. Other than that, wandering around everywhere is brilliant as there's a lot of lovely architecture and cultural stuff dotted about if that's what you're into. We took in a Sparta Prague game which cost 240 Kr/£8 for a ticket in the stand behind the goal. Very, very good atmosphere, even if their stadium is a bit lacking in character. Also a bit of a trek to get there. And you must, must, do the Staropramen brewery tour. Think it costs £5 or £8 and it's so naff that it's brilliant. Get a pint at the end of it too. Again, and this is a recurring theme, a bit of a trek. With roaming charges now basically gone you should be able to navigate/look for activities or places to go much better than my lot did, though.
I believe you can get a week-long travel card from offices in Prague for about £10. We didn't use any transport though, nor did we really need it. Would echo the advice above about taxis as some of my mates were stung by them; probably favourable to what myself and some others did, which was wander around lost for 3 hours before finally getting back to the apartment at 6am with blisters on our feet from stumbling over the cobbles.
It's a cracking place, with something for everyone. The only word of warning I would issue is to stay in a group at night time and firmly refuse the invitations of their sex clubs' versions of PRs - usually 6'2+, obscenely intimidating African gentlemen.
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1 hour ago, BinoBalls said:
I am fucking seething
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Marc McKenzie next in the door as Ferguson attempts to re-assemble the Albion Rovers 14/15 League 2 winning squad, IMO.
In all seriousness, solid recruitment thus far - even if announced in a wonderfully tin pot fashion.
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17 hours ago, Francesc Fabregas said:
I bought this game the other night and while it's good fun, I'm not sure how much skill is involved - any decent play I've been involved in has come down to luck.
What can I do to get good at it?
The only way to get good at it (quickly, anyway) is to get to grips with the various movement mechanics of the game early on. First of all, I'd try to get used to powersliding to change direction quickly and flipping (jumping, holding the stick in the direction you want to flip and then pressing X again very quickly) which are both essentials - flipping in particular, which is the fastest way to get about if you're out of boost, and helps add power and direction to shots. I've never done any of the training drills mentioned above bar the basic ones when I started - the more advanced ones were released after I was already addicted and self-taught at most of these things.
Four things I would recommend doing if you're a beginner:
- go into settings > controls and remap power slide (square, if you're on PS4) to R1, which makes it far easier to steady yourself in mid-air and powerslide while using boost
- "trying hings"; and decreasing your margin of error bit by bit until you're good at them. For this I'd recommend leaving competitive/ranked matches alone until you're comfortable with your level of ability as you'll get some amount of roasters giving you non-stop abuse for missing the ball
- start using ball-cam as much as possible (press triangle); it feels bonkers at first, but it's impossible to play to a decent level of the game without using it, so the sooner you start the better. Eventually you'll find that switching between both views is preferential
- start to say "what a save!" when someone drops a clanger or "nice shot!" when they miss a sitter. You either get a good laugh with mutual roastings or some Billy Brown level meltdowns
You could also fiddle with your camera settings; the default ones really aren't great but that shouldn't present much of an issue for a "noob", as the denizens of Rocket League would say. Takes a bit of messing about to settle on one which feels the best, and it's not really as essential as all of the above, but marginal gains and all that.
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I see that Carol's having its network premiere on C4 tonight, at 9. Would recommend it to anyone who's not yet seen it. An aspiring and conflicted young photographer (Rooney Mara) develops a relationship with a pending divorcee (Cate Blanchett) in 1950's Manhattan.
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The Queen's Park 2018-19 Thread
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Five sub appearances in 4 months for a side which finished mid-table in League 2. A marquee signing for QP, that one.