Desmond and Desmond (The Uncle Version.)

I've resigned to the fact that I'm an Uncle. Yes, yes, Uncle Desmond... who, in the crazy non-reality of the tuition centre, is the coffee/tea/me-maker.

Uncle Desmond, who wears ah pek slippers and carries an umbrella on a really rainy day. (You know that's just good sense?!)

Uncle Desmond, who is so predictable when it comes to clothes that friends who've known him just 3 weeks can go into a shop and pick out the clothes he fancies. And yes, the clothes are 'Uncle' clothes.

Friends politely refer to them as 'Mature'. Still, they're not any more subtle than a gun-shot in the bank.

Bang bang! ("Shh, I'm robbing the bank, but I'm trying to be subtle," says the robber.)
Bang bang! ("Shh, I'm saying you're like an uncle, but i'm trying to be subtle," says the Say-er.)

Nevertheless, its been said that elderly have years of wisdom. So Uncle Desmond will now dish out some words of the wise.

#1.) When you're going overseas, no point bringing your phone unless you
have auto-roam.
#2.) Always bring your shaver. If not the "monkey-face" insults
that the kids at kindergarden used to scream at you might become too
literal.
#3.) If it's rainy, it's good sense to bring an umbrella.

This is Uncle D, Out! :)