Toxic anti bacterial sprays

I'm going to have a moan about the overuse of these nasty toxic sprays that the advertisers would lead us to believe are absolutely essential for our health and welfare. You see these sanitised women spraying every surface compulsively, as soon as anything has been put on it. No germ is allowed to reproduce and they have lovely, clean, white homes, safe for their children, which they clearly love more than I love mine (the ads would have you believe). My theory is that they are directly responsible for the rise in allergies such as excema and asthma (this is obviously not based on any scientific knowledge whatsoever) and the continual coughs and colds many of the young seem to suffer from. A little dirt is good, it builds up immunity. (That's what I always tell myself, anyway, when I can't be bothered to do the cleaning)

In the pub, where I work, the young seem to have been totally brainwashed by the type of ads mentioned above. They use the clear anti bacterial spray to wipe down the tables, without first giving them a good old rub with soap and water, which is what actually removes all the grease and things that work their way into the wood. In my view, although the germs might be gone, these tables are not actually properly clean.

At the end of service, when we're tidying up and wiping down and I'm clutching my trusty hot wet cloth with a bit of washing up liquid on it, they are busy spraying all the work surfaces with white foamy stuff with the enthusiasm which a 14 year old boy might douse himself in Lynx, or FCUK or some such foul deoderant/body spray.

This supposedly grease dissolving foam, bubbles up in a menacing way and the fumes penetrate deep into all our lungs.

I say, what's wrong with good old hot water and soap? In my view, the only time these types of products need to be used is when you have about 20 years worth of encrusted black shit lining the inside of your cooker (such as I do). Then, you will be forgiven for using it, but remove any living creature from the building while it works its evil.

There's also a little sneaking suspicion that the obsessive spraying and rubbing is an excellent way of avoiding picking up a dish towel and doing some good old fashioned drying up. These two jobs go on simultaneously at the end of a shift, and guess who always ends up drying?