Clooney (something I try to do as often as possible) – and I think that Tod Urban is also one of them.
‘No need to be nervous, Nell,’ he says. His mouth curls into a warm smile. ‘Just relax. Kick back.’
I fiddle with my handbag. Kicking back won’t happen. Bolt upright is going to have to suffice.
‘We’re just going to have a chat,’ he explains. ‘Find out what makes each of us tick. See if we can work well together.’
I nod. Come on, voice, make a reappearance!
‘Shall I start by telling you about myself? How I came to be an advisor for Best of Business?’
‘Yes, please,’ I squeak.
‘Well, I’ve been in the fashion industry for longer than I care to remember. For the last fifteen years I was a buyer in the trade,’ Tod tells me. ‘Before that, I was a designer working with people like Brit Connection, Nikki Dahly, Made with Love.’
All big designer names. I’m impressed. And not a little over-awed.
‘I’m semi-retired now,’ he goes on.
I think he can only be late forties, early fifties at a push. Young to consider retiring.
‘I wanted to get out of the rat race. You know how it is.’
I can only nod. I think I may actually be trying to get into the rat race.
‘I have a house in the South of France that I like to spend time at, so I do some consultancy work now and I usually mentor one or two people here at Best of Business at any one time. We should all give something back, right?’
‘Right,’ I echo. But I think that first I would actually like to take something out.
‘I like to think that I could help you to avoid making the mistakes that I did when I started out.’
That’s music to my ears. I’m so naive that I don’t even know what mistakes I can make.
Tod Urban spreads his hands expansively. ‘So,’ he says. ‘I’m all yours.’ His smile is very disarming and I think I’m getting a bit hot under the collar. ‘How can I help?’
‘I’m looking to start a business,’ I tell him, ‘and really have no idea where to begin.’
He glances at the folder on his lap. ‘Designing handbags, it says on my notes.’
‘That’s right.’
‘Any experience?’
I shake my head. ‘Not in that line.’
‘But you do work now?
‘In a chip shop.’
He roars with laughter. ‘Quite a change then.’
‘I guess so.’
‘Well, I admire your ambition, Nell. If you want to know, I started out as a welder. It was the other blokes on the site who persuaded me to try something else. They could see that my heart wasn’t in being on a building site for the rest of my life.’
‘That’s pretty much what the guys I work with in the chip shop have done with me,’ I admit. ‘I gave the shop a makeover and they all said that I should try something else. Something more creative.’
He makes a steeple of his hands and studies me over it. ‘As well as being creative, you know that you’re going to need a lot of grit and determination.’
‘I think I have that.’
‘Plus some cash to get you going.’
‘That I don’t really have,’ I confess. I only want to tap into Phil’s money as a very last resort. If I can give it back to him now, so much the better.
‘Luckily, that’s where I come in. I’ll go through your business plan with you and see if we can’t get you a grant or two as a kick-start. Times are tough but, if we look hard enough, there’s money to be had.’
I risk a smile. Is it really that easy?
‘You have your business plan with you?’
Oh, I’ve been a busy little bee in the last few days. There’s a track worn from my house to the central library and back. The computer I’ve been using there is probably still smoking. Olly has been a trouper – as always – and has kept Petal entertained while I’ve put together my business plan. How grand does that sound! Business plan, eh?
The internet has been a godsend. What did we do before it? Sure enough, as Constance had predicted, I found that there were a million different sites all