I had breakfast in a jar on Wednesday, well it was a second breakfast really, I forked it out of the container and into my mouth, in large dollops, when I arrived home from platform 7. Yes, I know this all sounds odd, in fact it was very odd. No one in the world has ever brandished a jam jar full of Bubble and Squeak at me in a train station before (it was still warm). It was a going away present. This isn't making sense is it? You sort of had to be there to appreciate the event. Anyway, suffice to say, it was delicious and although I was carrying something fairly unidentifiable stuffed into a jar, I didn't get arrested trying to leave the platform with it hidden about my person!