I've always been an outsider. My family moved to Sweden when I was a baby. By the time we moved back to Reading, I was 11 - and Swedish. My school bus journeys were punctuated by cries of 'go home bloody foreigner'. I soon learned I would never fit in, but I could at least appear to.
After seven years working as a financial services risk professional in Australia, I started my first business, a magazine for intelligent women. It only lasted six months. It failed because once my bank account got below £500, the risk got to me. Instead of building the business, I spent my time worrying about how to pay for it.
Though the magazine was never insolvent, I was heavily indebted, so I returned to financial services, this time in Hong Kong. I'd soon paid back every creditor, but was itching to run my own business again.