Ah snail took his car into the carosserie and asked for a big S to be painted on the driver’s door.
OK I can do that but why?
So that when people see me drive past they will say ‘See that S Car go’.
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Today’s NY Times has psychiatrist cartoons in batches from the past seven decades and most have aged very well - here’s two from the Sixties:-
“My father and mother were very much in love, and quite wealthy. Our home was a radiant, joyous place, and everything was done to give us children a happy childhood. That, in a nutshell, Doctor, is my problem.”
“I seem to have lost the will to talk incessantly.”
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Oh dear, I think that’s the worst one recently. 
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Actually they’re all pretty good tho’ I’ve so far only done Sixties to the present. Hard to choose egs.
I love it. Jim’s joke.
Oh, I would LOVE that in our field. 
You were obviously very hungry too - I can see all your ribs. 
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There’s a guy up the road from us that does this sort of thing, all in steel. He has loads of them in his front garden,which all can see when they drive past. He has a replica original terminator as well as devil on horseback and loads of other stuff. It’s astounding what can bedone with scrap steel.
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Wish you still could now. 
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Bill Woodrow’s Twin-Tub with Guitar remains amongst my favourites, first saw it at the ICA or the Lisson Gallery in the early Eighties. Today it’s in Tate Britain.
Been mining Barry Cryer and The Oldie again:
A moth comes into a chiropodist’s.
‘Can you help me, please?’ the moth asks. ‘I’m desperate. My wife has left me. My business has gone downhill. I’m in complete despair. You’ve got to help me.’
‘But how can I help you?’ said the chiropodist. ‘What you need is a psychiatrist. Why did you come and see me?’
‘The light was on,’ said the moth.
A Dickie Bird interview, same source but not Cryer:
What was the best hotel you stayed in?
The Taj Mahal and the Oberoi in Bombay. I didn’t stay in the Sandy Lane Hotel in Barbados but swam in the sea outside it and one day I bumped into something and I thought it was a rock and it was Pavarotti.
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If enough ‘art critics’ tell the world what a fantastic creation this or that is then it becones believable even though it is a plie of rubbish.
Sone time ago I did some work for an Iranian ‘artist’ who had made his name with drawings of leaves He exhibits in nany countries and is big in the Paris art world because the art crtics said he was.
I was grateful for his fame as it paid for the work I did for him but couldn’t see for the life of me why.
My wife spends many hours painting on canvas and what she produces certainly reflects her daily mood. Her work is brilliant and as good if not better than many who have an elevated status just because an art critic says they are good.
Think I will see what old white goods I can find and perhaps attack them with a sledgehammer in the hope that it will turn into art, or rustle a cow from our neighbours field and do a Damian Hurst.
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Emperor’s New Clothes, innit?
A fair proportion of my ravings at the tv are on this theme. 
From your reaction it seems as though you’ve overlooked that I posted on the Humour thread. Shame you can’t see the fun in the piece
Certainly be proud of what your wife does, but OTOH you obviously now very little about art, so why bother getting so upset and opinionated about others’ work
- simpler to just ignore it
Tired old cliché innit?
I saw it as humerous but equally I don’t have to be an expert to tell the difference between art and rubbish. That comment was elitist @DrMarkH and sorry that this has appeared in an erstwhile happy thread.
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