Incredibly, I've managed never to send anything across the internet that's suddenly caused me to squeal in regret, break out in a sweat and rack my brains for an excuse.
I've never copied someone in on an email detailing the reasons why said person is an blithering idiot. Nor have I sent people pictures of myself in a gimp suit, not least because I've never worn one (he said hastily). But had I done either of these things, I may have resorted to that increasingly common excuse: "I've been hacked."
It's become as overused as "the dog ate my homework", or "darling, I've never met this woman before" - and it's about as believable.
Last week saw the resignation of Manchester City's chief executive, Garry Cook, following an email he'd accidentally sent to a player's mother that made light of her cancer.
While Cook claimed he'd been hacked, the club's IT department suggested otherwise. In any case, surely hackers have greater ambitions than making social blunders? Equally, they have better things to do than hack the Twitter account of the footballer Rohan Ricketts, and post regular grumbles about not being picked.
