THERE’S no accounting for taste.

This is something I’ve learned through years of committing huge fashion faux pas. Having been a child of the Eighties, a teenager of the Nineties and in my twenties in the Noughties, I’ve had the misfortune of being victim to all of fashion’s most hideous trends.

The Eighties takes the hair-scare trophy for most truly horrifying hair-dos. I was, at the tender age of seven-years-old, channelling my inner-Kevin Keegan and sporting an uber-permed mullet.

I wasn’t alone though, my older sister, Claire was rocking the Billy-Ray Cyrus look with the spiked mullet, whilst our younger brother Derek had a step and spike. We were some team.

Dodgy hair-dos aside though, I think the Nineties have to take the crown for the worst fashion decade of all time. I mean every other era makes a resurgence in the fashion stakes at some point - even the Eighties trends have come back - but not the Nineties. No that truly was the decade that fashion forgot. So, here are, to my memory, the most terrible trends of the 1990s.

First up has to be the The Sweater Shop jumper - the absolute must have nineties fashion item. Although why is anyone’s guess.

Big, bold and baggy, if the word ‘unflattering’ was personified in a ball of wool, then these hideous numbers would be it.

As if it wasn’t bad enough on its own, it wasn’t unusual to see said ‘trendy’ jumpers paired up with a pair of fetching tracksuit bottoms. The more garish the better. Particularly popular in that decade were the press-studded ones which could be whipped off at a moments notice to reveal the wearer’s dashing pins.

Naff Co54 jackets have to be among the most embarrassing of the nineties terrible trends, which lets be honest, is saying something.

Born out of the inexplicable popularity of the bomber jacket from their designer counterparts, Naff Naff (the real deal), the Naff Co54 bomber was the council estate version, of which I, for one, was a proud owner.

Proud, at least until someone came up with the chant ‘Naff Co54, Oxfam rejects on the go’. After that it was binned without hesitation. I had a rep to protect.

Global Hypercolour T-shirts - undeniably the winner of the ‘what-were-you-thinking?’ trophy. A T-shirt so ugly that it looked like it had bee tie-dyed in vomit.

But to add to its charm it was heat sensitive so would change colour whenever your body temperature would rise. The result? Hundreds of sweat-patch-stained teenagers in a row. School disco’s were a particular treat for the eyes.

Scrunchies were the Nineties’ version of a hair bobble. But instead of just a small plain elasticated band to tie ones hair back, these were giant, ruffled discs which were particularly pleasing to the eye when carefully enveloped around a nice tidy bun.

It wasn’t just us girls who made the fashion faux pas. The boys among us were just as guilty. Primarily in the haircut department, if memory serves me right.

The most popular do of choice was always the boyband ‘hair curtains’, as sported by such teeny-bopping crooners as Mark Owen and his ilk.

Kangol Hats were a staple in every teenager’s wardrobe in the early nineties. If you didn’t have this accessory (and let’s face it, you did) then you just weren’t fashion-forward.

They were, essentially, a straight rip off of your grandad’s flat cap, but came in pastel colours, and were worn backwards with the Kangaroo emblem facing to the front so everyone knew exactly how cool you were.

Weren’t we just.