Dragons' den - Alex

I just watched an episode of the BBC television show "Dragons' Den" and it makes me think all sorts of strange things, one thing I do every single time I watch the show is judge the chances of any male entrepreneur receiving investment based on just his appearance. Often it boils down to how well his suit fits, how his facial hair is looking or how nervous they look. On a fairly frequent basis you see entrepreneurs who stand before the Dragons panting erratically before they have even begun there pitch, that seems to be a sign of things to come. Naturally the show makes me briefly desire the opportunity to pitch to the highly powerful investors but then I always ask myself "what on earth would I pitch to them?" Some of you may know that in years 10 and 11 (when I was 14-16) I took part in a "Young Enterprise" group where a team of roughly 12 like minded individuals set up a company and endeavoured to make the most profit possible whilst competing against other local groups in a competition to see who could demonstrate the best business acumen. I was the sales and marketing director of a company called Veco. Veco is actually very uncreative, our school was called cove so we just rearranged the letters. What did we do to earn ends meat? We bought little wooden boxes, decorated them and then re-sold them. We also produced an impressive valentines day spread including cards, roses and themed boxes. I'm sure you notice the slight sarcasm in that last sentence, sales weren't our strong point. What we were the bestestest at was the "people stuff", we had a knack of winning best stand awards and we also scooped the prestigous best presentation award at the final awards evening style event (just to boost my ego I'd like to tell you that I was part of the 4 people that gave the AWARD WINNING presentation as well as putting a lot of work into the writing of it). As a company over about 18 months we made somewhere in the region of £120 profit which we blew on one elaborate meal at a chinese resteraunt. By elaborate what I really mean is an all you can eat buffet cooked to an average standard. Most of us ate too much and our bellies were all full and sore, so I think of that as 18 months work well done.

I hope you look back on them 405 words as an actual borderline blog, not just an aimless and vaguely humerous rambling through what I have/will done/do. The intention is to impress you with a show of maturity whilst still keeping the fun loving Alex there. But just for you my next blog will be a silly one, rofl.