
Auditioned as a speed-hump.
Llandudno once climbed a tree.
| ![]() Llandudno climbing |
Llandudno's locomotion may be slow but a very
high I.Q. he has, you know. So when you think he's M.I.A. - finally
suicided, run away, all he is is fast asleep, underneath the nearest
garden refuse heap.
In Llandudno's own words: ``A reliable weather forecast I am. With my predictions you can really plan. If the day is going to be a gem, then it's up and racket, 4 a.m. But if I don't get out of bed at all then you know the rain is going to fall.''
When it comes to music he has taste, the petal-head's not fond of thumping bass. He first freezes, raises, cocks his head, then marches off, off to bed. ``That galloping beat's like thundering feet, so play me something classical, or something with a bird-like tweety-tweet.''
Llandudno takes an overall interest in his surroundings.