I smoked like a chimney. At one point I was smoking thirty fags and an ounce of Three Nuns Dark Shag a day. But, at 8.05 pm on 21 February 1978, after a coughing fit I suddenly gave up (there were still 17 Embassies left in the packet). No tobacco product has passed my lips since that day. I was helped by the fact that Mrs Steve got pregnant with our first child shortly after I packed it in and I decided that it wasn't right to let her inhale my pollution. I could never get by on just a few a day. It was all or nothing. Giving up was the best thing I ever did and it meant that I'm here today to post on this forum, you lucky people. My future plans include giving up sex when I'm 99 and giving up alcohol when I'm 104.