"Business is sweet"
If there’s such a thing as an entrepreneurial gene, then I surely must have been born with it. I’ve been fascinated with creating my own trove of personal wealth for as far as I can remember. While other kids were happy to spend breaktimes playing kickabout and shooting the breeze, I took on my first “job” aged seven, working at our little school tuck shop.
Here I earned a princely sum of £5 a month, paid cash in hand by our school caretaker Mr Kennedy, which I promptly blew on crisps and sweets. Not the soundest of investments, but the experience certainly whetted my appetite for business.
Fast forward a few years later and I was super keen to get a real job pronto. To help my chances, I decided to make myself older by a few months. This little fabrication went undetected, and I wangled myself a job stacking shelves at Tesco. My income had now increased to £20 a week, and fortunately, my love of sweets had waned. Working overtime became my new get-rich-quick scheme.