It felt like a club that was there to carry secret confessions, hold up my stress, replace missed trains and cover boredom on a night out. There’s never nothing happening in the smoking section.

So why want to give up? I didn’t really. But as thirty approaches the nicotine and coffee for breakfast starts to tell its story. My smoker’s skin had become less Sandy in Grease and more Dot from Eastenders. Then there’s the obvious body clock silently but continually ticking away. Plus the cost has become a little eye watering, and who couldn't do with one less thing to spend money on these days..

It wasn’t as easy as just not smoking for me though. I had routines, smoker-friends, and a number of high street newsagents expecting me to keep to my end of the bargain, and willpower-wise I am a “ok, just one more then” sort of person.

I can only describe Allen Carr’s method as sneaky but effective! I was recommended the videos by a friend who had seemed to give up without a backward glance and, frankly that’s what I was after following my half-hearted attempts!