When will we learn no one looks good in club photos?

The same anxious feeling rises up through us and the sinking feeling of regret takes over as you deliberate over the chance of your previous nights antics being caught on camera.

Refusing to check through the album uploaded by the club, hating yourself for thinking in your drunken stupor that you resemble Kate Moss, when sub-consciously you know full well that you’re far closer to Mr Potato Head.

Why do we agree to have these photos taken? Will we ever learn to listen to our sober selves and avoid the camera?

Does this look like a moment they wish to remember?

Personally, I like to place the blame on the photographer. How do they live with themselves as they further their careers by taking advantage of vulnerable, intoxicated club goers who have their judgement clouded by a mist of cheap vodka?

The embarrassment is furthered by the questionable filter added for good measure. The over exposure giving everyone jaundice, the latest disastrous effect favoured by a photographer that made my heart that little bit heavier, made us all resemble the cast of chimney sweeps from Mary Poppins.

Every time I’m tagged, the same dreaded thought of “did I really look like that?” is embedded into the brain. No wonder we find ourselves at the end of the night in bed with cheesy chips catching up on Eastenders.

Those who are rated a solid nine out of 10 may not share the stress in the days following a night out. The rest of us mere mortals can only pray that this time it will be a nice picture, profile/cover photo worthy maybe. Most of the time it isn’t.

On rare occasions, club photos make the cut.

The panicking feeling of relinquishing control over your photo, without a chance to touch it up, whiten ones teeth, choose between Valencia and Amaro, it can all be a bit too much.

Being no stranger to the report button, even Facebook is aware that sometimes you need the photo removed not because it is inappropriate, but purely because it makes you sad – which is a valid reason according to facebook.

Why are club photos needed? Surely enough photos are taken of girls in the teapot pose, snapchat selfies at pre-drinks or in the union toilets.

The sort of photo we appreciate in the morning – one of a dislocated shoulder.

When will this terror end? Is it not time to re-employ the photographer as another member of bar staff?

Please leave the cameras at home. Let us make fools of ourselves without fear of it being uploaded to Facebook for the world to laugh at the next day.