Adverts for cleaning products, particularly hard surface cleaners, surely must breach some laws of conduct. If I'm unlucky enough to have to endure one, I'm always stunned by the way an optically perfect reflective surface is suddenly revealed from beneath a film of shit, by one gentle sweep of a cleaning cloth (empowered by a magic cleaning fluid, obviously). No streaks, no need to wipe twice, no dirty residue. It's deceitful marketing cranked up to the max. It's a fucking disgrace.
Anyway, while I have your attention: Fuck off, Jazz.