Not quite 15 minutes but
1) Back in my younger days we had to do firework safety tests. Now 20 years ago, fireworks were shite. They still are in the main, but in those days they were REALLY shite, about the mildest form of entertainment imagineable.
So every October we set the car park up as described in the British Standard and carried out the relevant tests and it was as monotonous as a Brian Robson one-man show.

Except the one time we got some unsafe ones. Wahey, these fuckers were as unpredictable as a paranoid schizophrenic in a hall of mirrors, owt could happen.

Various press releases were issued and the local ITV news descended. This meant that safety clothing had to be donned. Lab coat, goggles & hard hat 'cos the telly were there, rather than carrying out the tests with a couple of inches of arse crack peeping out of your jeans (as was the norm).

As "chief lighter" (i.e. the trainee), I sensed my moment of fame & the future opportunity to try & take advantage of a young semi-drunk star-struck nubile "Eeeeee weren't you on the telly the other day?"

Sadly, due to a very unpredictable Roman Candle, all the viewing public of the North East got to witness of young Worthless was his arse disappearing into the distance at a rate of knots whilst the camera focused on the shoddily-crafted pyrotechnic device ejecting brightly-coloured flaming balls of death horizontally in a random fashion through a tear in the casing.

Suppose it was good telly like.

2) 45 seconds of fame on the national news of Trinidad in 1998 after England's victory in the 3rd test. Me & my mate gave a vox-pop that they played in full later that night. During my stint I managed to use the word "brilliant" more than Paul Whitehouse.
(Worthless wishes he had the brains of a pigeon, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 10:23, Reply)