How did they do it? How did they turn Will, the Pop idol from a decent-looking, middle-class, personable guy with a cute smile, into some peculiar cross between Enrique Iglesias and Robbie Williams and God knows who else? Every day on my way to school, he's staring out at me from the promo poster for his new single, and the sultry gaze and gelled hair he's affected in the photo really weird me out.

But I've realized that the people who are sold to us as being the epitome of beauty and glamour are such products of the celebrity image machine. It's like seeing pictures of Cameron Diaz with her terrible cystic acne. You can't believe it's the same woman who looks all glowing and radiant in the red-carpet photos, the woman that the celeb mags tell us is incredibly beautiful. Makeup and a good stylist can work miracles, I guess.

Myself, I can't be bothered with makeup and the lot. It takes too much time, and it's not worth it to me. Sometimes I wish for that flawlessly made up look, that put-together look. But I'm just too lazy, truth be told. Plus I prefer that when people see me, they see me and not layers of foundation and lipstick and eye-shadow and the like. 'Cause it can be disturbing to see someone for the first time without their usual mask of make-up. It can be like, "Whoa, who are you? Are you the same person?" With me, you don't get that element of surprise. What you see is what you get, take it or leave it.