Last week Susan Kennedy got a makeover. Unfortunately the
 revamping of the Neighbours star’s look did not live up to
 our expectations – she merely invested in a few more
 teacherly silk scarves, a long beaded necklace and got her hair
 blow-dried by Lynne. But in the world of Neighbours it worked and
 now take a look at her. Karl noticed her in the pub and now she
 gets invited round for dinner with strange friends from the
 tennis club. And an eligible bachelor even hit on her. Soon
 Harold, who inspired Susan to change her image by calling her a
 frump at the coffee shop, will be “copping a perv” on
 her and she will have had total success.  I love a good makeover. It’s the classic super-hero
 storyline: the downtrodden, undesirable person takes off their
 glasses and puts on some lycra to reveal an amazing body and
 smouldering eyes.  The secret to a good makeover is to look completely hideous
 beforehand. This will throw any slight improvement into dramatic
 relief. Beautiful people masquerading as mingers guarantee
 brilliant transformations for the crucial ‘before” and
 ‘after’ photos. In magazines the ‘before’
 photo always features the subject looking vacant, cross-eyed and
 miserable with massive bags under their eyes.  In the ‘after’ photo they are all smiley and
 bright-eyed, their life changed forever; no one is out of their
 league now. So, inspired by the Australian soap and full of hope
 and merriment on this sunny afternoon in the summertime, I got
 one boy and one girl and gave them both a makeover.  Mo, 20, wanted a smarter look as he has been wearing a pair of
 trainers with a massive hole in the bottom for about a year. He
 says, “Sometimes I would step in a puddle and then have wet
 feet for days.” He also hates every t-shirt he owns:
 “They all make my head look massive.” Mo’s
 transformation merely involved him putting on another t-shirt and
 some new jeans. As I say, the secret to gaining sex appeal in the
 makeover is little more than taking off the glasses.  Anna, 18, wanted a more sophisticated style, as she thinks she
 looks about 12 years old and claims, “Last week the waiter
 in a restaurant mistook me for a child and gave me the
 children’s menu and crayons.” Anna put on her least
 flattering t-shirt, which she made in an art lesson at school
 when she was really 12. The next thing she knew, she was in a
 dress and heels in a meadow, spring had sprung, the sun was
 setting and go on then, she says, “Ki-iss Me”. The
 effects of the makeover won’t last long and I can’t say
 what hope the future holds for Susan, Anna and Mo. Fashion is
 short-lived. The sun will go down. Turn around and your head
 might still be massive. You might get given the crayons again.
 Karl might still shag Izzy. Never mind; for now, chuck out the
 ‘before’ and savour the ‘after’.ARCHIVE: 0th week TT 2004 

