As we begin another year, staring down the barrel of 2016 with all its fresh promise and hope, the inevitable list of resolutions begins to form. Whether or not you bother with them, or stick to them, there are always a number of usual suspects on most people's resolutions list: Eat better, exercise more, drink less, stress less, quit smoking.
With a 10 per cent tax increase on cigarettes coming into force yesterday, it's likely a few more people will be aiming for that last one this year. Smokers will now be paying about $20 a pack for budget cigarettes. That's a dollar per smoke. Of that $20, about $16 is tax.
I have mixed feelings about smokers. I used to smoke. Like many, I started young. I was 14, all my friends smoked and it was something to do before and after school while waiting for the bus, or class to start. I don't think it was peer pressure or anything like that. I don't even remember making a conscious decision to start, I just did. Like I said, it was just something to do while we killed time at the train station or whatever.
I never smoked a lot while at school, maybe three or four a day maximum. Unless we were out on the weekends, then we'd smoke more. But I mostly smoked during school hours. I used to jokingly refer to my woollen school blazer as my smoking jacket.
I remember hiding it from my parents, I knew they'd be disappointed. But we had all the tricks down pat, even knowing that you could smoke in the shower if you were careful not to get it wet - the smoke would be sucked out of the house with the steam and the butt could go down the drain. The thought of that grosses me out now. I was right about my parents being disappointed. When my mother finally caught me in the act in my last week of seventh form the only thing I remember her saying was "I thought you were smarter than that". She was right, of course. I should have been.