As Australia’s most loved and No1 family netzine, The Bug never has – and never will! – rely on shameless clickbait yarns to inflate readership numbers.

You know the drill. Those tacky rags and the Daily Mail Australia who run some photos on their home page or magazine covers of a movie or TV star from the 60s with a firm body, jutting melon-firm breasts and a “give me one” smile and a screaming headline: “You won’t believe what she looks like now!”

But you can, really. You quickly put the fact that she’s now two pick handles across the arse and her tits are sagging so much she can wipe a benchtop without a cleaning cloth down to the rather unsurprising fact that she’s now 80!

Yep! The poor thing just got old. She’s gotten over it; why can’t you!

Which is why we at The Bug will never …. oh, bugger it! …. I’m sure it’s not just us asking the question: “What the bloody hell happened to Hugh Bonneville!

As you can see (at top) Hugh is the British actor who played Bernie in the 1999 hit Notting Hill.

He’s the city bank guy who loses millions with his financial advice and is the only one at the dinner party who doesn’t recognise Julia Roberts’ famous fillum actress character.

That’s him. The sadsack loser goose who boasts that he has done some amateur stuff – “steady on, vicar!” and shamelessly claims he finally recognised the star even though he hadn’t.

Okay, so while none of us could ever expect Hugh Bonneville’s cheeks could ever get any chubbier than in that production, we are entitled to wonder what the hell has happened to him over the past two decades!

Oh, for fuck’s sake! Of course we’re not! Almost a quarter-century has passed by and we should be lauding Bonneville for looking after himself so well. He’s now 58, for heaven’s sake. Still, he does look painfully thin, doesn’t he? Maybe he’s got terminal cancer? How long has he got left to live?

Enough! Let’s just get on with our review of his latest effort, the Netflix thriller I Came By.

Bonneville plays retired judge Hector Blake who may or may not be a little cut up over things that happened in his childhood. People who are stupid enough to come to his London mansion, especially at night and alone, certainly are. It’s all a bit silly with a few plotting flaws but is also appropriately spooky at times as any good thriller should be.

It’s hardly in the “must watch again some time” category but is recommended as one of the better recent offerings if you are trying to convince yourself Netflix’s monthly subscription is worth it.

Don Gordon-Brown