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      I now had less than 24 hours to come up with a million dollars and I had zero prospects of achieving that. So I turned to the only figure I could think of: St Francis, the patron saint for lost causes; the saint all lapsed Catholics turn to when they've lost all hope. I said, ‘St Francis, get me out of this pickle and I promise I will go to mass every Sunday. I'll bring the kids too; heck, I'll even take them to Confession!'

      St Francis promptly told me to get off my arse and contact someone who actually had the power to help me, so I went back to the original 10 who had expressed interest and said, ‘Look, I just need to know if you're in or out. I don't mind which way you go (I did), but I just need an answer'. ‘We're out,' they said. Well, at least I knew where I stood.

      I said, ‘Okay, you may not want to invest, but do you have any friends who may want to invest?' And fortunately, they did. They were probably just trying to fob me off to get me to stop bugging them, but to my great relief, they gave me 10 names to follow up.

      I rang them all. Seven said, ‘Thanks, but no'. Three said, ‘Maybe, let's talk'. Bingo! All was not lost. I had three shots to raise a million dollars.

      I was on a mission.

      How to raise $1 million in a day

      Later that morning, I drove the 200 kilometres from my home in the Hunter Valley to Sydney for my final round of investor meetings. I had three appointments booked and each of them had to say ‘yes' if I was to avoid being bankrupted.

      My first meeting was with two parents from my son's school, a successful power couple whom I liked and respected. I took them through the information memorandum, answered all their questions and tried to keep the panic from rising in my voice. At the end of my presentation, he sat back, put his arms behind his head, looked me in the eye and said, ‘I'm in'. ‘How much for?' I asked. ‘$200 000,' he said.

      I could have kissed him (I didn't). I was elated. Finally, someone could see the vision I had and was willing to back me! As I packed up my bag to move onto my next investor meeting, he said, ‘Who else is investing in this?' I told him who I had lined up next, and out of nowhere he said, ‘Make it $250 000'.

      Once I was out of eyesight, I wiped the sweat from my brow, metaphorically high-fived myself and drove like crazy to my next meeting. I was so nervous I went to the wrong address, but fortunately I had left enough time and got there on time. This meeting was with two super-experienced business owners and investors. They'd just sold another business a few weeks earlier and were cashed up, but they were no pushovers. I went through the pitch, showed them the projections and watched them like a hawk to gauge their reactions. They were unmoved, saying, ‘We'll think about it and let you know in a few days'.

      I didn't have a few days but couldn't tell them that for fear they'd smell my desperation and pull out, and besides, no-one likes to think they're the last cab off the rank.

      One of the guys walked me back to my car in the parking lot. I felt sick at how close I had come to getting these investors over the line. I had to do something to see if I could fast track their decision. I wound down the car window and said, ‘Mate, I don't mean to be rude, but just out of interest, if you were to invest, how much would it be for?'

      He looked at me and said, ‘We'd invest $300 000. Each'. And then, with a few words that would change my life, he said, ‘It seems like you need an answer sooner rather than later, so consider it a done deal'.

      I could have kissed him too (I didn't). But again, I was ecstatic! I now had $850 000 in the kitty and one meeting to go to raise the last $150 000. It was 4 pm. One hour to go before settlement. Time was against me. I practically ran to the other meeting, which was, fortunately, just around the corner.

      There were three men at this meeting: a potential investor and two fund managers.

      I hadn't met this investor before, but from the moment we sat down, we hit it off. Turns out, we grew up in the same neighbourhood, he knew my family and we had common friends. Before I had even finished my pitch, he said, ‘Steve, I've heard enough. I'm in for $50 000'. My heart sank. I was grateful for him opting in, but it still left me $100 000 short.

      I stood up, smiled and shook their hands, trying to act enthusiastic. But I knew I was cactus because I hadn't raised the full amount. My time was up. I had to concede defeat. Just as I was about to walk out the door, the two fund managers stopped me and said, ‘Do you have room for more?' Trying to look cool, calm and collected, I said, ‘Possibly. How much are you looking to invest?' They said, ‘$50 000. Each'.

      My brain made the quick calculation. You bloody beauty! I had done it! I had raised $1 million in eight hours and in the process saved my house, my savings and the future of my family.

      I learned many a lesson from this experience, most of them about what not to do. For a start, don't take people at their word, don't assume anything before you have it in writing and most importantly, don't buy a bar before you have the money in the bank.

      Everything happens at the pub. It's where the locals go to celebrate, commiserate, congratulate and communicate, and I love being at the centre of what's happening. I'm the guy at the side, gently nudging the proceedings along by tweaking the dials to create the right mood and atmosphere — the music, food, lights, colours, scents, décor, drinks — these are the levers that bring a party to life. That's what I do. And I bloody love it.

      I've been doing it since I launched my backyard bar and I've been in the industry ever since. I don't know it all, but I know what it takes to succeed. Fortunately, my passion for pubs connects with my ability to turn a profit, but it's worth remembering this: it's one thing to have a passion for a business idea. It's quite another to make it profitable, and just because you like something doesn't mean you can make money from it. You might enjoy making pottery, but it doesn't mean you should build a business around it. Do you like the business of selling pottery, or do you just like making pottery? It's an important distinction to make because not everything you love is commercially viable. There's a lot that goes into running a business, much of which you may not like, be good at or know how to do. So you need to ask yourself some questions to find a passion that you can cash in on.

      5 questions to ask yourself when choosing a business idea

      1 Is what you love relevant to other people? Do people love what you have? I happen to love pubs, and people love pubs, so it's a good match. People need to want what you have.

      2 Will the customer pay you for what you have? What problem do you solve? You'll get paid if you help people solve their problem. In my world, people will always pay for a pint, a parma, a punt or a party.

      3 If everyone else is already doing it, can you do it differently? Beware of unwarranted optimism — that is, believing that just because you offer it, people will come. You need to have a clear point of difference and the ability to communicate


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