TV Star Ben Duncan Tells Us His London Welbeck Story

July 10, 2013

Upon deciding that I wanted to take a step into the unknown and have a minor
hump removed from the bridge of my nose, there was never any question that I
would go anywhere other than the London Welbeck Hospital. I had heard of
their reputation for unrivalled professionalism, quality of care, and
quality of surgeons through friends and family and upon deciding to take
this step, the idea of going to a larger, less personal cosmetic hospital
which offered broad-stroked packages quite simply horrified me.

One of the major attractions of the Welbeck is it’s size, ethos,
friendliness, and consideration of the staff. A handsome, red bricked
Regency townhouse only minutes around the corner from bustling Harley Street
(yet in other senses a world away), it has almost the feeling of a highly
select prep school and, in a funny sort of way, a remarkably similar set up.
The staff, from those on reception, administrators, nurses, doctors, and
upwards to management, could not have been friendlier or more re-assuring-
instantly putting a man at ease over the prospect of a small, surgical
operation which had hitherto been seen very much as a woman’s prerogative.
The small scale of the Welbeck allows them to offer an almost ‘a la carte’
service whereby jointly we decided what I wanted done, what were the
options, and what was the most sensible and painless way of doing it. No
pressure at all was exerted. Indeed, quite the reverse- the consultant
surgeon was emphatic in his view that there was no major need aesthetically
to remove the hump and smooth off the plane of my nose, and that I should go
away and think about it two or three times before making any final decision
to proceed.

My surgeon Dr Fallahdar, who had come highly recommended to me from many
quarters, is a master craftsman in his field and could not have served me
better. Working two days a week away from the private sector (doing
reconstructive work for the National Health Service), he is the man for all
noses- the Christopher Wren or Edwin Lutyens of the rhinoplasty world. After
weighing up my decision and deciding to proceed, Fallahdar set about
devising an operation that would achieve the subtle results I wanted, whilst
keeping pain and recovery time to a minimum. I had never wanted an obvious
operation that would instantly change the shape of my nose and overall
facial appearance. What I desired instead was the subtlest of changes which
would hopefully be apparent to no one but me- hump removal, smoothing of the
plane, and slight refinement of the top of the nose. Here, Dr Fallahdar was
most definitely my man- a perfectionist of the first order, he only does

The morning of the operation found me understandably nervous, yet I
later discovered I had little reason to be. The second I arrived, I was
shown up to my room, which was far nicer and more tastefully decorated than
a great many hotels I’ve been too- offering privacy and calm, yet with all
necessary amenities, and views over one of the nicest streets in central
London. The personal nurse assigned to me, Sister Jane (Lady Jane as I later
christened her), was a delight and soon put me at ease about the whole
thing- even having me in fits of giggles about the rather larger ‘granny
knickers’ I was forced to wear during the operation. Indeed, the kindness
and good humour was evident throughout every member of staff I encountered
that day- something I’m sure many organisations (including the NHS) could
learn an awful lot from. Following the taking of my lunch and supper order
for that afternoon and evening, the anaesthetist came to see me to explain
exactly how that side of things would be working and that I had nothing to
fear- every ounce of anaesthetic had been worked out precisely in tune with
my age, shape, and body type. As with everybody, she could not have been

The operation itself (my first one ever) was subsequently over before I
knew it- making me wonder what I had been fussing about. I was returned on
post-operative trolley to my room in a state of post-anaesthetic delirium
and sporting a rather fine burkha-like mask over my nose area. Almost no
pain at all, although a somewhat strange sensation getting used to breathing
through my mouth once more- which I had to do for the first 15 hours or so.
I felt in the safest of hands with Lady Jane and co mounting a vigil by my
bedside and the next day or so was spent in a remarkably relaxed manner
watching endless old episodes of Lovejoy and Bergerac on television, whilst
I conducted operations with the outside world on my mobile- safe in the
knowledge that no one knew where I was. At 6.15 the following morning, a
seemingly refreshed Dr Fallahdar crept into my room to remove the packing
from my nose and check that all was as it should be. Apparently contented,
he scuttled of into the early morning with a full schedule of other noses to
correct that day.

After a week of Norma Desmond-like reclusiveness which I enjoyed far
more than I let on, I returned once more to the Welbeck to meet with Dr
Fallahdar for the the grand unveiling a mere seven days after surgery. This
really was the moment of truth…. Just as he had predicted, I couldn’t have
been happier with the result- the subtlest of changes that refined and
perfected, rather than altered or changed. Surely the sensible, understated
route to cosmetic enhancement, the London Welbeck Hospital has opened my
eyes to a formerly murky world that done properly doesn’t have to be murky
at all. Quite rightly, the London Welbeck Hospital is seen as being right at
the very top of their game- and in my view deservedly so. I have a vague
feeling I will return again- although hopefully not too soon…

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