The founder of the Ultimo underwear range Michelle Mone has been given an OBE in the Queen’s New Year honours list in further recognition of the work of high-flying British entrepreneurs.
On the eve of VAT’s returnn to its old 17.5 per cent rate the jury is still out about the 2.5 per cent cut which Alistair Darling thought would give the economy a 12-month boost.
Thousands of tenant pub landlords are to be given the opportunity to strike over excessive costs charged by big pub companies.
It’s long been an inconsistency of Christmas: you buy a tree and cover it in tinsel and baubles to show your festive cheer, but at the end of the season you strip it and dump it at the bottom of the garden. Well all that could be about to change.
2010 will be here in just a few days time and I’ve been wondering what it may hold for entrepreneurs like me.
He admits that 2009 has been a tough year for "millions in Britain", but here are some of the reasons business (and entrepreneurs) can feel upbeat about 2010.
UK digital agency Omobono has launched @2010election, a Twitter feed intended to serve as a channel for British businesses to comment on the campaign policies and platforms of the main UK political parties throughout the 2010 general election.
The co-founders of the home-shopping business Ideal World are selling their second business, a plant and garden equipment retail venture, less than two years after they launched it.
It may sound like an extravagant way to pull in the punters, but the Cock Tavern in Kilburn, north London, is adding opera to its normal entertainments of pool, darts and gambling machines.
Gone are the days when Twitter was considered a ‘start-up’; today the website which is valued at hundreds of millions of dollars is itself acquiring new businesses.
What sets apart the successful men from the boys, and women from the girls” One simple thing: execution.
Still a bit dazed and knackered from Xmas dinner on Friday. I excelled myself by missing my taxi home and ended up walking through snow on side of feet to prevent myself tumbling on my high heels and breaking neck at some disgusting time in the morning.