http://celticmythpodshow.com/blog/2008/07/06/archdruid-rollo-maughfling-critical-in-hospital/
Rollo now stirs, his mysterious illness transformed into a magical
rebirth without death, as the Supreme Blessings and Gifts of Merlin of
Maughlin were conferred upon him as Archdruid of Britain, Stonehenge
and Glastonbury, and Archdruid of Avondale in Ireland.
Truly he has moved, he has stirred, he has reared, and his roar has
been felt this night across the Land of Ireland from Maughlin to
Avondale, from the West unto the East, the Thunder roared and the
Lightning struck, striking terror into the Black Heart of the Evil
One, Sworn Enemy of Ireland's Druids whom Rollo is sworn to protect.
This is a powerful portent of powerful things to come. After this
storm, my brothers and sisters in Druidry, let us walk confidently
omce more into the rising Sun.
Michael McGrath,
Archdruid of Ireland,
Elected, Traditional, Hereditary.
Honoured Associate of the Council of british Druid Orders, CoBDO.
Reviver of Public Druidry in Ireland,
Leader of the Return of the Druids to Tara, Midsummer Solstice, 1993.
You seriously need to start taking your medication again or the only
place you are going to be walking is back to the psychiatric ward
Yes, the Mighty Rollo will come and save you Mickey. His power causing
lightning to strike his opponents. Oh man, that is soooooo funny. You
know Wollo has truoble finding his keys half the time. ROLF
Yet another new sock, we only speak to real people here, we're not
that mad yet !
Yes, he is always wearing odd socks and since he is no Einstein we can
assume that it because Rollo is a Wollo! The Arch Wollo of Gwastonbury
sez a SOCK, worthless.
That maybe true,however Rollo is not fond of lightning, Im your man
for that.
And I smell cheese.
Are you a sock????
Yes, hear the mouse roar! Squeek! Come back to Ireland Rollo and you
will groan
Squeek, squeek little Wollo!
Rollo squeeks and Rollo bleeds for the profit of his companys deeds
sez a SOCK, worthless
Roar like the mouse you are Rollo. Sqweeeek!
its like being savaged by a bunch of dead sheep....
bababababababababababababa in yer dreams