Andy Warhol predicted that everyone would get their fifteen minutes.
But is having your stretch marks/hairy pits/first shag emblazoned across a tawdry magazine really an attractive prospect?
Why not spend those precious 900 seconds with manicurist Debbie Knight? This no-nonsense therapist will arrive on your doorstep complete with fluffy white towels and ornate shell bowls (there’s none of that metal surgical-inspired equipment here) to give your hands an instant overhaul.
While you relax, Debbie will provide everything (including fresh orchid and complimentary fragranced candle) without the usual incessant chatting. Then she’s ready to go: a full soak, file, massage and polish, and she’ll be out the door a mere quarter of an hour later.
All you have to do is wait for your nails to dry.
Which means resisting the riveting contents of that sleazy magazine just a few minutes longer.
Debbie Knight, at Unlisted London (0870 2255 007 or unlistedlondon.com).