I’ve been estranged from my dad for a long time but now all I feel is compassion. — It’s 1992. A double-decker bus rattles through central London. Standing in the open doorway, gripping a stanchion, is a handsome young man. His eyes are bright, his hair jet black, his smile wide and infectious. Suddenly, the bus takes a corner too fast. The man is jettisoned onto the road…