At The Bottom Of Everything

Some months ago, Shelley and I discovered that we each replay in our heads the same (aeronautically disturbing) song during take off and landing in planes. It's Bright Eyes' At the Bottom of Everything, and if you haven't listened to it already, you should, or else this won't mean anything.

Today Malta airport joined our odd little party, playing the song softly over the speakers while we waited to board our flight to London with a cut-price airline. Whoever it was in Malta who gave the OK on that, know this: you have my unreserved blessing.