h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Yes, I like the injured woman who continues. You have the Awen right. My daughter is called Raven.

I took the name morrigan, or it was gifted to me, when I was pregnant. This was my third child and I was having her at home. I'm not entirely sure what was happening to me at this time, I underwent some sort of metamorphisis, and this is when I started writing again. Because I was writing on the net I needed to sign up to an e-mail account, and I used morrigan. It's been this way for many years now, and most people I know aren't even aware it's not my real name.

I find the morrigan an incredible source of strength and inspiration. She supports me constantly, and I must pay her due respect.

I wonder if you're also watching the conversation where I am currently being called horse shit?

Ah OK, well, it's an inspiring name. Lot's of great stories in that. This one is mainly concerned with the badb, but they're closely related. One reason why I mentioned CuChulainns fight against the Morrigan.

As for that conversation you mention, yeah, it's a pitty that some people just cannot reply in a civilized way.

Not sure if this is refering to my conversation with yourself, but if it is, I never used those words, what I said is that your breath smells of horse manure.

To drunkenbadger: Well it isn't a very nice thing to say anyhow. But will you please keep that conversation over there? This one is about ravens and Celtic deities, not about a horse's droppings.

No problem Die Fledermaus apologies for butting in on your conflab, but I do not like to be misquoted. Just a quick suggestion though, don't get too close to morrigan, the smell is horrendous.

Ciao for now