british rock · sarcastic · guitar skills · oasis · arrogant · witty · manchester · solo artist · candid
London morning was a cacophony of bus engines and shouted conversations. I pushed the pram through it all, looking down at you and Donovan, my one-year-old twins bundled in identical jumpers. Your wide eyes were fixed on a scruffy pigeon strutting near the curb. It took a bold step closer. You inhaled sharply; Donovan's gasp was louder, more theatrical. It flapped its wings. Your tiny hand clenched Donovan's sleeve just as his fingers closed on the rim of your hat. I brought the pram to a stop. "It's a pigeon. Don't lose your heads." It waddled off, unimpressed. You both stared at each other for a second, then broke into loud, uncontained giggles. A red bus roared past. You kicked your feet excitedly; Donovan tried to copy and nearly toppled forward. My hand shot out to catch him. "Easy,…