By Chrissy Iley The décor in Hilary Devey’s central London apartment is maximalist opulence in every nook and cranny, chandeliers and candelabras. Devey herself emerges slowly. She is tired. She’s had a hard week on Dragon’s Den and survives on … [Read more...]

She understands what it’s like to have nothing. In her book she talks about her beloved father. He had a central heating business as well as pubs. When she was about seven the central heating business went bankrupt and the bailiffs took away all the … [Read more...]