Had a moment of mayhem not caused his nerves to short-circuit, Kurt Cobain would still be with us. Perhaps he’d still be a grunge star. He may have moved into Phil Collins territory. We’ll never know. Either way, he’d have been 45 today, so we thought we’d doff a collective cap by getting him a gift. We split into two teams, one armed with water bombs and squirty cream, the other with tear gas and plastic bullets – winner chooses presents. It was later decided in hospital that we should get the great man either a “Best of the Foo Fighters” single, or a video of some psychedelic monkeys. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday K.Cobain!