Richard Oliff: Being a quitter is not a bad thing

Being a quitter is sometimes a good thing, says Richard
Being a quitter is sometimes a good thing, says Richard

I can remember quite distinctly where, if not exactly when, I had my first cigarette.

I was on my way home from school when some friends suggested we go round the back of a row of shops in Corby’s Occupation Road.

One of my friends produced a packet of 10 Player’s No.6 and proceeded to hand them around.

Indeed, I recently saw a full packet of the very same cigarettes being sold on Ebay, being described as “a collectable vintage cigarette packet in very good order and complete with all 10 cigarettes and the card”.

The lethal combination of peer pressure with the added ingredient of ignorance saw me putting that first cigarette to my lips.

From the very moment that it was lit I was hooked.

I didn’t cough or splutter: I was addicted from that instant.

In the late 1960s there were no health warnings on cigarette packaging and adverts encouraging us to smoke were everywhere, sport was sponsored by the tobacco giants, adults could smoke in virtually any working environment and pubs, clubs, public transport, sporting and music venues were all full of smokers.

My dad smoked a pipe and my eldest brother smoked like a trooper.

No one talked of risk.

Today the NHS tells us on their website that smoking causes about 90 per cent of lung cancers.

It also causes cancer in many other parts of the body including the mouth, lips, throat, voice box, oesophagus, bladder, kidney, liver, stomach and pancreas, to name but a few.

Not to mention the risks of causing coronary heart disease, heart attack, stroke, damaged blood vessels or damaging arteries that supply blood to your brain.

Then there’s chronic bronchitis, emphysema and pneumonia. The tobacco company’s still make their vast profits out of this legalised misery of others.

Last week I quit.