Boner time.

Well this will disappoint the porn buffs who searched for that title. Next time use both hands on the keyboard and leave the sweaty thing alone.

I recall, and I’m sure I’ve told you all before, my grandmother sending me to the butcher’s for a ‘bone for the dog’. We came back with something like half a cow’s skeletal leg wrapped in newspaper. It was free – the butcher was going to throw the bones away anyway.

My grandmother made soup using the boiled contents of the bone as stock. Oh – and we didn’t have a dog at that time.

Pig’s trotters was another ‘poor food’ – not a lot on them but very very cheap. Then there was pig’s head brawn – at least six meals for ten shillings (50p) in the late seventies.

Now, as with pizza, Welsh rarebit and fondue (all of which are cheese on toast really) they have moved from poor-man’s food to trendy. That marrow bone I used to get free in the sixties?

And as Waitrose is selling it for £4.99 (although — whisper it — you may find it cheaper in a local butcher’s shop) this is one fashionable dining fad that’s rather affordable.

Affordable? Something that was free is now a fiver and that’s affordable? Get stuffed. I can get a full pore-blaster curry from the local takeaway at that price. I am not spending that on offal.

Chefs claim bone marrow is a tasty, cheap and easy way to add meaty flavour to soups, stocks and gravies,

These are professional chefs. They have discovered something everyone knew about fifty years ago. And they are so pleased with themselves.

They don’t bother thinking ‘So now we’ve made poor people’s food trendy and expensive, what will poor people eat?’

What a bunch of dicks.