AH, THE MID-noughties.

If ever a time period could be summed up by the misuse of fake tan, an over-reliance on French manicures and a devotion to poker-straight hair, it’s the mid-noughties.

And if you attended a Debs during this time, it’s likely you rocked all three.

In fact, we’d go as far as to suggest your look was finished off with a flash of diamanté, a squirt of Britney’s Curious and a whiff of Glen’s vodka.

Easily one of the biggest social events of our teenage years, the Debs was an opportunity to debut a more refined look and take your first steps into adulthood.

Except it didn’t always work out that way, and you likely spent a ridiculous amount of time stressing over the following.

1. The hack of your hands.

If your hands weren’t nuclear orange after one too many goes on the fake tan, then you were definitely missing one of the false nails you so painstakingly applied earlier that day.

And your scaldy-looking corsage broke before you even got on the bus, obviously.

2. The size of your clutch.

You spent most of your time carting your stuff around in a schoolbag, and now you were suddenly expected to fit a purse, a Motorola Razr, a broken corsage and a naggin in a bag the size of your pencil case?

Ta’f*ck.

3. The hack of your hair.

If you didn’t opt to throw your hair over an ironing board and have your mate run your mam’s Morphy Richards up it before the big night, you likely opted for an up-style.

And with an up-style came hairspray.

Enough hairspray to ensure you’d still have this up-style for your wedding.

4. The stress of your dress

The Debs scene in the mid-noughties was highlighter-inspired.

So, if you weren’t developing a migraine from the sheer amount of neon, you were getting your ribs crushed by your boned corset, or struggling to hide the fact that yours was a two-piece which no longer met at the waist given the sheer amount of cider you drank on the bus.

5. The state of your mate.

There was always one, wasn’t there?

And while you did you level best to pretend you couldn’t see her emptying the bread basket in order to heave into it, the time would eventually come when you’d have to do the right thing.

And that meant calling her mam, bundling her into a taxi and praying she’d forgive you the next day.

6. The state of your date.

You were only buzzing when the pair of you decided to go together. Sure, you only had to smell Joop, and you’d be weak for yourself and the fella you’d snagged for the big night.

And now you can barely stand the sight of him trying to give it loads to ‘Ghetto Gospel’.

Sap.