Terry Prone: Fond memories of Vileda mops and the jazz band that never was

The prizes won were pretty ropy, with the outstanding exception of one LP awarded in an essay competition.

Vileda mops speak to me. Nothing inanimate other than Vileda mops speaks to me or triggers me into reliving times of trouble. But every time I see the Vileda brand in the supermarket, it transports me back to when, returning home after school, I would be put by my mother sitting at the kitchen table with a sheet of paper across the top of which she had written: “I love my Vileda cloth because…”.

My mission, whether or not I accepted it, was to finish that first sentence in no more than 15 words in order to win some competition.