John Izbicki, doyen of educational hacks, recalls a consummate Rhodes Boyson story. An acquaintance of his was lunching the former education minister at a posh gentlemen's club. The waitress was proffering Dr Boyson the vegetables. "Marrow, sir?" "No thank you. My cousin was killed by a marrow and I haven't eaten one since." The puzzled lady backed away, and the precise fate of the unfortunaterelative is still unknown.