Artist Dotty has recently been wondering around the streets of West Hill, relentlessly trying to think of new jokes. Why? Well, he hit the boards in Brighton and endured a few petrol shares to various downtrodden dives in the darkened outbacks of nowhere.  Now that venues are rocking out comedy nights again, Artist Dotty wanted to clinch one zeitgeist joke  that totally encapsulates the current mood of technology verses the human spirit. So with his Mont Blanc pen and coffee, initial scribbles we’re underway.

It’s is hard to get to the right joke with a particular theme when there is a veracious canine specimen dangling from your knee caps.  After careful extraction of said mutt, my channelling process begins. First a deep breath, allow the higher forces to drop comedy gold from the sky.  

Sat on a bench near Seven Dials, watching car driving comparable to that of the Arc Du Triomphe. I wanted this joke to be the next bumper sticker to fund my art, although being an avid two-wheeler cyclist and world record holder on a self-propelled push scooter, that might be too much of a contradiction. The thoughts start streaming in. 

I’m a Northerner and love Northern lingo A.I sounds slightly Northern in its intonation.  I now have a bank of over 1000 personally written jokes which I smash out while doing Dotty art, a sort of double hat creative combo.  

But to walk out of the door and decide to plonk myself on a park bench to mentally decide I want one diamondo jokio is putting a huge pressure on producing a result. But I have to say that pressure paid dividends. The joke landed in my lap. 

I appreciate this build up is the worlds longest build up to a joke and by now you are completely gripped on my revelation and disclosure of greatness. But before I reveal the joke, while also thinking about pointillism and neon light boxes, I would just like to thank The West Hill Whistler for supporting my art and giving me an outlet to spill out these and many more thoughts (Ed: We wouldn’t be us without you). Perhaps they would consider a commercial angle to mutually share the joke to the world. So without further a due here it is, the joke. 

I stood on the park bench. An elderly lady was walking past looking perplexed, she turned I delivered . THE JOKE : I don’t believe in AI, I believe in A UP.

She laughed and carried on walking. OK, admittedly I couldn’t hold my
audience, but the hessian shopping bag needed to take priority .