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             something different to the panel – but the fact that he was so
             popular inevitably meant there was some hostility towards me at
             first.
                The first challenge of making the series was finding the time. All
             five Dragons are incredibly busy, and coordinating our diaries to
             find days when we were all available was a nightmare for our PAs
             and the production team, but eventually the dates were agreed and
             off I went to the studios where they were making the fifth series.
             There’s something about being in a film studio – it felt incredibly
             glamorous. Much more glamorous, I’m told, than the first few
             series which they filmed in a real warehouse.
                I had met the other two Dragons – Peter Jones and Theo
             Paphitis – at a dinner the production team had arranged for us all.
             Apart from the fact that I got neck ache talking to Peter – he’sso
             tall we call him Pylon Pete – I found both of them easygoing and
             a good laugh. It was clear that the two of them were genuinely
             good friends, and the conversation never stopped.
                One morning I drove to the studios in my convertible Aston
             Martin. It’s the most beautiful sky-blue car with a cream interior
             and, when I parked up, Peter and Theo – who were having a chat
             in the car park – started teasing me about it: they thought it was
             a bit flamboyant. When we broke for lunch, I realised that Peter
             had tipped a bag of rubbish into it. I couldn’t believe he’d done
             something like that: he is such a kid! What really amazed me was
             that a couple of days later the story appeared in the papers! Could
             the press really be that interested in what went on the Den?
                The next day I took my Rolls-Royce Phantom, and Theo and
             Peter both arrived in their Maybachs. It was a real case of boys
             and their toys, as then Theo drove up in something that looked like
             the Batmobile with tinted windows and fluffy dice – it was like a
             disco on wheels. Peter obviously couldn’t be left out, so he turned
             up in a Ferrari while I gave my new Maybach an outing. We were
             often outside between pitches, and on one of those breaks I noticed




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