Special Guest Blogger: Great British Goddess Britannia

My journey starts off in sunny Rome as a Goddess of wisdom and knowledge, a helmeted female warrior holding a trident and shield and ends as the patron deity in the not so sunny Albion.
Back in my Roman days i was called Minerva and anything to do with music, poetry, medicine, wisdom, commerce, weaving and the crafts came under my domain. I also created the Olive tree and after Medusa and Neptune got up to hanky panky in one of my temples, I turned her into a monster, replacing her hair with hissing snakes and turned any living creature she looked upon into stone but it was when the Romans invaded Britain that my sweet, sweet life took a swerve.
During the Roman occupation of Albion, it was common for carpenters to own tools ornamented with images of me to invoke a greater amount of protection from the goddess of crafts which all seems very sensible.
Some women would also have images of me on accessories such as hairpins or jewellery and as the Romans liked to invent Goddess for the places they ruled over,  and because they were not willing to give up Minerva, they began calling the place Britanniae and invented the persona of Brittania who was basically me sat with a shield and holding a spear.
When the Romans gave up and went home in the 5th Century, i continued to be the deity and the later Kings began putting me on coins and titles in charters but I really came into my own following the Acts of Union which joined the Kingdoms of England and Scotland and saw Britain the rainy, windswept island in the North Atlantic Ocean off the coast of continental Europe become known as Great Britain but still remained a rainy, windswept island in the North Atlantic.
My image as Britannia was used as an emblem of Great Britain, i even had a song about Britannia rules the waves which would have really ticked off Neptune but he was a dick so i didn't mind that so much.
Due to the British Empire i was suddenly everywhere but somehow the Victorians never managed to invade Rome so i never got a chance to get my own back but musicians do get a little effigy of me at the annual Brit Awards  but although i was pretty ticked that i was forcibly moved to Britain, it isn't so bad, i mean the weathers crap, the food isn't great and don't get me started on the politicians while the only waves it will be ruling these days are the ones in the swimming pool at Butlin's but it's not so bad here although i do find that strange Rhyming Slang they use a bit confusing where your plates are nothing to do with kitchenware, your boat is not the one with oars and any mention of Bristol's and Hampton's are not meant in any geographical way whatsover.