I’ll admit to having a few expectations when we went to see Death Cab for Cutie last night at the Melkweg. Oven mitts though… that I did not expect. This mitt was held aloft for more than 10 minutes, with M. and I pondering whether this was some Death Cab thing we didn’t know about. Did they have a song about oven mitts? I couldn’t recall one.

Eventually a matching mitt popped up at the back of the hall and slowly made its way to the first. They met, clutched together and probably did all sorts of unspeakable things under the cover of the mass of people. Ah, mitt love…