Cer, Mared! Rhed!

Agos!

Wyt ti’n hoffi hoci, Crispin?

Comme ci, comme ça.

A ti, Rhys?

Fi? Hoci?

Don’t tell Mared ond dw i’n casáu’r gêm!

Ro’n i’n...

Dw i’n gwybod,

you used to run to the Ystafell Gelf bob gwers chwaraeon.

Ond pam?

Rwyt ti’n nofio’n dda ac rwyt ti’n hoffi ioga, dw i’n meddwl?

Exactly! Yn union!

Nofio a ioga;

I’m just not a team player – apparently!

At least that’s what ‘Mr I’m-an-ex-super-rugby-star-Davies!’ used to say

Ro’n i eisiau trio. Roedd e’n edrych yn hwyl.

Does dim ots am un athro twp – beth wyt ti’n feddwl?

Well, it wasn’t just Mr Big-mouth Davies ond...

You don’t have to say anything else,

but if you want to talk, we’re here. Ni yma.

Diolch.

Ges i amser anodd.

Fel dych chi’n gwybod, dw i’n dwlu ar liwiau gwahanol.

🎵 Coch a melyn a pinc a... 🎵

Ie, ie.

Well I just like wearing whatever I like to wear.

Un diwrnod gwisgais i fy siorts newydd.

They were lovely and the fabric was so soft and they fit well.

Ro’n i’n hapus. Ond...

Pa liw o’n nhw?

Pinc. Pinc llachar!

This is tame in comparison.

Let’s just say, it didn’t end well.

Doedd plant Ysgol Gyfun Plas Tawe ddim yn barod am siorts pinc.

They weren’t able to embrace my flamboyant cerise shorts.

‘Rhys Cerise’ o’n i i bawb wedyn.

And Mr Big-mouth Davies used to call me Rhys Cerise as well. *******!

O Rhys bach. Rwyt ti’n brave iawn.