Child oF Salty DoGGG and once known to the people of manchester as WEENODDY, i spend the vast majority of my time neglected in a box at the bottom of Salty's wardrobe, only let out enough that my batteries might be saved from draining permanently, resulting in fatal memory loss.
i was saved from such an event at the turn of 2007, when Salty was unusually kind, and recorded my wails of relief. i had a little wine, and my voice was horse, but i hope that those captured sounds will allow me more freedom in the future...
