Wel falle bo ni'n ffrindie, ond allen i ddim bod lot bellach oddi wrth hwnna. Wy'n ffricin dwlu gwylio teli. Yn enwedig ar nos Sul. Na, nid Dancing on Ice (ok, ie, falle Dancing on Ice) ond drama da.
Wrth i Gwaith/Cartref dod i ben - a wy'n rili gobeithio cewn ni gyfres arall achos dwi ddim yn barod i ddweud ffarwel wrth Ysgol Bro Taf fel nes i Schofield, Torville a Dean pythefnos nol - y'n ni'n barod i setlo lawr i rywbeth lot tywyllach... Ie, tywyllach na Bryn Fôn yn dysgu mathemateg.
Amser am 35 Diwrnod: y cwbwl wy'n ei wbod hyd yn hyn yw fod 'na ddirgelwch, amheuaeth a phetawn ni'n mynd i fyd drama ditectif Albanaidd... MYRRDYRR...
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They may be great friends but we couldn't actually be more different. I fricking love watching TV. Especially on a Sunday. No, not Dancing on Ice (ok, maybe Dancing on Ice) but certainly a really great drama.
As Gwaith/Cartref comes to an end (if you've never seen it, think of Waterloo Road as Poundstretcher and Gwaith/Cartref is your Waitrose), it's time to settle down to something a LOT darker... Darker than the inside of a pair of Tom Jones' leather trousers after sitting in that seat for 90 minutes on a Saturday night...
It's time for 35 Diwrnod: all I know so far is that there's intrigue, suspicion and, if we were in a Scottish detective drama... MYRRDYRR...
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