Revealed: Danny Jones's latest selfish act towards wife Georgia

If you ever doubted that a picture is worth a thousand words, then may I refer you to the recent photographs of McFly singer Danny Jones.

These photographs have fuelled an entire nation's fevered gossiping for almost two whole weeks now, without the I'm A Celebrity star saying a damn thing.

First there was the footage of him standing on a public street in central London, outside a huge Brit Awards party attended by many of the most famous people in the country.

Now, you might think that a celebrity in the year 2025 would be well-schooled about the existence of camera phones, not to mention social media. But it had clearly slipped Danny's mind as he appeared to lean in and plant a smacker on the lips of his I'm A Celebrity co-star, Maura Higgins.

What was he thinking? Nothing good or wholesome, clearly, given that a few miles across town, Georgia, his lovely wife of ten years who has her own parenting podcast, was at home looking after their seven-year-old son, Cooper.

But look, we've all done stupid things at parties, under the influence. Or at the very least, I have.

The point is, on any Saturday night in any big town or city across the UK, men and women will be drunkenly embracing people they're not married to, their heads full of hangover and genuine remorse the next morning.

It's just that nobody will bother to capture said embrace on their smartphone, and then send it to news outlets for cold, hard cash.

As soon as the footage emerged online, the rumour mill was well and truly set in motion, and talk on internet forums and social media has been of little else since.

Every innocent podcast Georgia has released has been dissected for clues, while each photo of Maura's that Danny might have once liked on social media has been held up as proof of betrayal.

It's a strange world we live in, where it has become perfectly normal to forensically analyse the lives of people we don't know and have never met, behaving like armchair detectives investigating apparent infidelities that have absolutely nothing to do with us.

Still, I would imagine that the best way to stop the gossip is by refusing to engage with it – say nothing, sit it out and wait for the news cycle to move on, as it always does.

Which brings me to the rather astonishing second set of Danny Jones photos: the paparazzi shots of him walking in a park with Georgia, taken earlier this week, and – according to some reports – set up by his PR team in a 'last-ditch attempt to salvage his reputation'.

Well, that worked well.

In the photos, Georgia quite understandably has a face like thunder. She hides her left hand in the pocket of her fleece, refusing at any point to show her wedding ring finger.

Her concentration is on her takeaway coffee, which many women in the same situation might have struggled not to throw in their husband's general direction.

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Meanwhile, the recently crowned king of the I'm A Celebrity jungle walks alongside her, looking anxious and tense, exactly like a man who's just been caught kissing someone he shouldn't.

Ironically, it's these photos of Danny that I find the most troubling. The shots feel far more unforgivable to me than the illicit ones of him with Maura because, if they were set up, they show a man who seems more concerned with his image than his wife's wellbeing.

Indeed, according to reports, Danny is worried about the effect the photos from the Brits might have on his career. I wonder whether he has thought about his marriage? His son?

The whole, tawdry saga reminds me of that Little Britain sketch from the Noughties, in which David Walliams plays the fictional politician Sir Norman Fry, who repeatedly forces his wife and children to stand outside the family home with him as he reads out statements about his clothes falling off, or slipping on a glacier cherry and finding himself in a compromising situation with a young man.

'As far as I'm concerned, that is the end of the matter,' says the ever-entitled Fry, bundling his family back behind the gates of their estate. The Danny and Maura show is all a bit distastefully Noughties, actually – a time when kiss-and-tells and staged PR shots ruled supreme.

I don't know Georgia well, but I have met her and found her utterly glorious, a lovely, down-to-earth woman who I really feel for right now. If the photos were set up, she deserves much better than to be paraded in front of the paparazzi, in order to smooth over her husband's concerns about his career.

And if he's really worried the work is about to dry up, I'm sure a publisher somewhere will take a book with the working title: How Not To Apologise To Your Wife, by Danny Jones, aged 39 (and two days).

Because as Danny is no doubt beginning to understand: if there's one thing worse than seeing pictures of your husband kissing another woman, then it's being asked to pose for family photos with him just a week or so later, in an effort to convince everyone that everything is just fine and dandy.

Now that the cringe-worthy photos are out of the way, I hope Danny finds himself a new PR team.

But more importantly, I hope Georgia is allowed to spend as long as she needs hiding away from photographers and public scrutiny.

She deserves to be on the sofa under a heated blanket, with understanding friends and several tubs of Ben & Jerry's …not promenaded in front of the world's Press in an attempt to soothe her husband's precious, oversized ego.

Not so gorgeous, George

George Clooney has dyed his hair brown for a new role on Broadway. 'My wife is going to hate it because nothing makes you look older than when an older guy dyes his hair,' admitted Clooney, who has nailed one of the great unfair disparities between the genders. Why is it that men get to age gracefully, while us women have to dye every vaguely grey hair into oblivion? 

Pass me my LED face mask

Researchers have found that shining an LED light on freshly-cut apples slows down the browning process. This is great news for food companies, who can improve the shelf life of the fruit without adding any nasty chemicals, but it's even better news for LED mask obsessives like me, who dutifully sit under the expensive devices every night, looking a bit like Jason from the Friday The 13th movies. The trade off? Skin as shiny and rejuvenated as a fresh apple.

Pink slushies toxic? Who'd have guessed

Doctors have warned that 'slushies' – those ice drinks that you get in arcades, cinemas and bowling alleys – can give children 'glycerol intoxication syndrome' if they're drunk too quickly. Now experts are calling for a ban in under eights. Given that these drinks come in an array of garishly unnatural colours, from turquoise blue to bright pink, I'm not sure why anyone needed to be told they're toxic.

The perils of wide-leg jeans

Pity poor Annabel Croft, who has admitted she ended up flat on her face after the heel of her boot got caught in her extremely wide trouser leg while taking the tube. 'It was rush hour and all these people were watching me,' said the tennis ace. 'It was seriously cringe.' Another reason for me to resist the 'barrel jean' trend that everyone seems to be embracing, and stick to good old-fashioned skinny jeans – not only do I refuse to walk around looking like I'm wearing the sails of a yacht, but I won't capsize like one while out and about!

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