【明報專訊】IN the corner of my living room sits a ukulele. For many years, it has been more ornamental than musical. Dust settles on its walnutty skin and rust clambers onto its tiny knobs. Visitors have commented on its quaint beauty and joked about it being toy-poodle-sized when compared to a guitar, but very few have looked at it closely enough to notice a unique tattoo. At the bottom of its body, a light, rudimentary carving reads "Bob sings to us and we listen".