In short: once upon a time I steered the ship into an iceberg.
Glasses half empty in the dining roomAfter the sinking of the good ship ACF I joined most of the rest of you in steerage as a regular member of CycleChat, YACF, and other forums, subject to the whims of moderators.
Basically, I've been around the block a few times, then tunneled underneath it to emerge on the set of The Truman Show. But let us not sink further into tragically mixed metaphor.
This can be spun as a redemption story.