It's life, Jim…

Harley Street has the mystique of Fortnum's or Eton; we all need food, education, and health care but only the rich can afford to buy them at expensive English establishments. Harley Street also has something slightly sleazy about it, something to do with being intimately pampered in exchange for money, a feeling that there are services available here which should not really be on offer—more like Soho than Knightsbridge. Doctors are ambivalent, affecting contempt, but slightly in awe, uncertain if they'd like to be part of it. For the rest, Harley Street's rich clients and chic practitioners invoke both revulsion and envy. This makes a documentary about Harley Street a sure thing—we want to know who these …