My name is Rich, and I'm a nicotine addict. Why? I wish I knew. I'm 28, and for the last 10 years, I've smoked around 40 cigarettes a day. A good idea? Of course not. I don't think I'm stupid. I even think I'm quite bright. I can see that smoking has zero benefits. I know a spend a small fortune each year. I know the effect smoking has on my health, and I'm reminded every time I exercise : standing bent doubled up coughing up a lung isn't glamorous. I know I stink of smoke. I know, if I don't quit, smoking will kill me. And yet I don't stop. I don't think I've an "addictive personality", if you believe in them. I shop, but I'm not a shopaholic; I drink, but I'm not an alcoholic; and hey, I even gamble, but I certainly don't need to register with Gamblers Anonymous. It's just nicotine. Do I want to quit? Yes. Every day I say will be my last. I throw out all my lighters, cigarettes and ashtrays at the end of the day. Does it last? Never. By midday, I'll have a new lighter, more cigarettes. I'll fashion an ashtray out of whatever I have to hand. Am I really just that weak-willed? Or I am missing something? Please, someone tell me there's some light at the end of the tunnel. Failing that, just tell me there is at least an end to the tunnel. Rich