BORIS JOHNSON: My embarrassing WhatsApp gaffe that I accidentally sent to every Tory MP

Go on, admit it. You can’t do without it. Every morning – before we are even out of bed – we scrabble for the mobile.Our fingers grope for the little green icon, a speech bubble enclosing a curiously antiquated-looking phone. We have to check who cares.We need to know who out there is interested enough to send us a WhatsApp. Who has sent us a picture? Which of our children has sent us some news – and which friend has been so unintentionally generous as to send us something by mistake?We poke the green logo and within seconds we are back inside our personal electronic jail – pathetically tapping and scrolling, waiting for responses, waiting for blue ticks.Why don’t they reply? Why are they online but not responding? We wonder whether we have perhaps given some unintended offence – used an emoji of the wrong vegetable, perhaps. Before we know it we are exhibiting full junkie behaviour, waiting for our endocrine systems to give us our microdose of dopamine, and soon a whole hour has gone past, and then another hour.When it comes to WhatsApp chats, in the words of the mysterious girl in Hotel California, we are all prisoners
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