‘Honest Places’ Danny Gets An Overdue Honest And Direct ‘Appraisal’ Of His Bullshit

Aw, diddums!

Let the world’s smallest violin play that ‘Honest Places’ vlogger Danny has finally come a deserved cropper from one fed up pub’s regulars who threw him out to stop him recording one of his crass monetised social media videos where he visits pubs he described as the ‘dodgiest’, ‘roughest’, ‘most working class’, ‘darkest’, ‘seediest’ or whatever other description might sound macho to fail males that develop priapism watching Irvine Welsh and Quentin Tarantino movies.

‘Honest Places’ vids – like far too many ‘social auditors’ or ‘citizen journalists’ – are vehicles of midlife crises, coming across as weaselly teens trying to be edgelords, rather than as in this case a bald, bespeckled forty plus year old with a nasally voice and silly rose neck tattoos trying to recapture the ‘wild youth’ he likely never had in the first place.

It’s slum tourism at its worst, treating pub crawling ‘where the other half live’ as an extreme sport to reinforce flaccid masculinity and caring little that the areas concerned will now be targeted by every wannabe arsebucket within a twenty mile radius looking for trouble – as if areas like this haven’t enough problems with ‘after two shandies will take on the world’ oxygen thieves.

It would be nice to think this will be the beginning of the end to his nonsense. But of course, this is precisely what his voyeur viewers want, so it will have the opposite effect.

There is at least the comforting thought that this gutter vlogging will have one inevitable ending, and with it a moral lesson to those who would go down a similar path of barrel scraping for clicks.