There was a time when dozens of colorful, demented psychopaths and loners and hippies lived all around my street. Every day you'd see them, and they'd be lying in front of the bus-shelter playing guitar and talking really slowly and then punching each other. Some times I'd invite them in so as I could appear all edgy and hip and interesting, and then other times I'd hide behind hedges so as they wouldn't shoot me for to sell my organs for The Crack.

Then one day they all disappeared. I checked everywhere; the boot of a car or two, underneath a couple trees. No sign of these neurotic loners anywhere. I often wondered where they all went to.

Now, thanks to digital technology, I have uncovered the truth of the matter. More precisely, Nick Broomfield, The Duke's favourite of all documentarians, has found out where they were hiding, and it turns it out it was in Washington DC. How they got there when they hadn't even enough for a spoonful of the brown when they lived here is beyond me, but I'm guessing they all took part in some reality show like The Crack House or something. I hope they were successful, and wish them every happiness.

But it appears they're not that happy at all.

Nick Broomfield, y'see, wanted to make a film about Kurt Cobain, the man they call Greatest Songwriter Of Some Generation Or Other, and the unfortunate recipient of a self-administered shotgun blast. In case you missed all the cultural revolution and stuff a few years back, what happened is that young kids refused to wear tracksuits anymore, or jeans that looked like they were straight out of the shops, so instead they bought expensive clothes and then refused to wash them, to give the impression of angst and edginess, and to keep it real at all costs. What this achieved is beyond me, but the popular beat combo Pearl Jam had a song about Jeremy that was very catchy.

Nick Broomfield realised the importance of Cobain and his band, Nirvana, and also the scene from whence they spawned. Now people call it punk, but back then, it was grunge, until Nickleback came along and everyone pretended they never heard the word Grunge in their lives, even though they all wore that I Love Grunge t-shirt that Eddie Vedder used to have.

In the course of his research and so on, however, Broomfield realised that his film was turning into more of a character portrait of young Mr Cobain, and accordingly set about securing the financing and meeting people like Kurt's aunt, a woman who now goes around schools helping kids to deal with depression, and playing songs on acoustic guitars. She plays him recordings Kurt made between the ages of 2 and his late teens, and everything is going swimmingly.