Those of you with even slightly unusual names will know that special joy of having to spell them out for people. And then having to spell them out again when they're misheard — and perhaps a third time too, just for luck.

But, when you're a star, such mundane problems simply melt away. Whether you're called Renée Zellweger or Arnold Schwarzenegger, people already know your full name. Sure, they probably can't spell it properly, but they'll go Google that after you leave. No more tedious repetitions for you.

There is good news, though, for those of us not prone to making people burst into tears of joy and run after us screaming when they see us on the street. No strangers are particularly desperate to snap a photo of us with their cellphone — unless we've just driven into their car. And yet, there is an up-side to obscurity.

What's particularly nice about having a name that no-one knows, is that people don't immediately assume you're taking the piss when you call them up and tell them who you are.

Angelina Jolie decided that she wanted to wear dresses by designer Malcolm Harris for her many various appearances on the upcoming World Refuge Day. But Harris wasn't going to be taken in by some moron calling up and pretending to be an A-lister.

Malcolm does not take kindly to pranks, it seems. He hung up on the irritating woman claiming to be Angelina.

Then she called again — saying she wanted to wear a bunch of his dresses to high-profile events. This was getting really annoying, so he hung up again.

But Jolie persisted — and was finally able to convince the designer that she was actually herself. Naturally, Harris felt like a prize idiot and, in a little attempt at damage control, told the New York Post's Page Six that he was "so flattered" by Angie's interest in his clothes.

And that, dear readers, is why A-lister have 'people' — as in: "My people will get in touch with your people."

Would that 'Transformers' hood ornament Megan Fox had people with a modicum of sense around her. True, she has given up on her recent decision to cover her whole right arm in tattoos, but I'm thinking that one or two of her persons might have stepped in a while back, before she got her existing tats.

"They're definitely addictive," says the 21 year old of getting tattooed. "I don't have any that I truly regret yet, but I'm sure I will at some point."

"I'm trying to refrain from going forward for that reason. I don't want to be 40, looking at my arm in the mirror and going: 'Oh my God — what did I do?'"

Fair enough. But I think this barn door is being shut long after the horse has bolted.

Don't get me wrong —l I'm a fan of tattoos. Just not certain specific tattoos.

We don't even need to catalogue all eight of Meg's present tats. Let's just consider that big ol' thing on the back of her shoulder — "We will all laugh at gilded butterflies" — a line adapted from Shakespeare's 'King Lear'.

The thing is, when you're wearing a strapless tube dress that's tigher than the airlock seals on a space shuttle, without a bra, and a pair of stacked perspex heels, that tat kind of makes you seem just a teeny bit like a pretentious twit, rather than a colossal brainworker.

Oh, and then there's the breathtakingly unoriginal, and faintly disturbing. disembodied head of Marilyn Monroe that she has inked on her arm.

So, we need some style advice, stat. Who to turn to?