A 1960s Love Affair

Poodlebrain Hippy-Hippyshake was one of the darlings of the swinging sixties. She was most famous for hanging around on Mediterranean beaches with her top off whilst in the company of various members of some of the hippest bands of the 60s, such as the Rolling Stones, the Beatles, Nigel and the Rockin’ Cost Accountants, Brian’s Cheese Event Collective, but most famous of all, the legendary Orange Nipple.

Poodlebrain first met the genius behind Orange Nipple, Strum Outtolunch whilst sharing a lilo with Keith Richards on the beach at Juan-le-pins. Outtolunch was building a sandcastle just yards down the beach, but such was his drug-addled state at the time, he was trying to build it out of a round of Brie Paul McCartney had bought down to the beach to nibble on whilst writing songs that would latter appear on the Sergeant Pepper album.

It was lust at first sight for Poodlebrain. Outtolunch had the then highly-wasted look that suited the young back in those days, and there was – as Poodlebrain later said – about the way he started off towards the horizon drooling slightly and humming to himself that made her incredibly horny.

Unfortunately just a mere 3 weeks after they became an item, Outtolunch, after an overdose of acid-spike fruit pastilles began to believe he was a guillemot and tragically fell to his death from a cliff where he was trying to build a nest for himself and Poodlebrain to raise their young.

After a brief fling with Gram Parsons at a desert motel just off the M6, Poodlebrain became involved with a sect of accountants and began to experiment with double-entry bookkeeping, despite being warned of its dangers by Mick Jagger himself.

Despite the warnings from Jagger and the attempts by Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce to get her to become a groupie for Cream, Poodlebrain became infatuated with accountancy and even began to dabble in the seedy underground world of Business Studies.

Little was heard of Poodlebrain during the whole of the 1970s. Many just assumed that she had overdosed on invoice reconciliation, or had audited one too many dodgy expense claim, like so many of the beautiful people who have turned their backs on drugs, sex, peace and love to become respectable business people.

Then, in the late 1980s Poodlebrain Hippy-Hippyshake reappeared on the scene as head of the largest record company in America, just in time to make sure that the company earned itself record profits just as the CR boom took off. Unfortunately, though, in an attempt to recapture that heady thrill and excitement that accountancy first brought her, Hippy-Hippyshake became a massive user of cheeseburgers, until one tragic night in 1992 when – after a double-triple Whopper with extra extra cheese and Cardiac-Attack™ Sauce – she exploded, showering a significant portion of Manhattan in semi-digested cheese and fragments of aging business-suited former hippy.