So, at least the Earth moves for some couples, eh?

On a more humorous note, a cockroach wandered around the presenter's desk of Turkmenistan TV's News Channel "Vatan", in full view of the audience, but without technicians noticing...  in fact the technicians later put out a repeat of the same broadcast, complete with the cockroach:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/feb/22/television

President Berdymukhamedov later said that a revamped News TV service was only one of several improvements he wished to make - another was "a worthy opera-house"  (opera was banned by his eccentric predecessor, the chap who also renamed Monday after his own mother, and forced foreigners with beards or moustaches to be shaved at the border by a team of state-appointed barbers).

Transposition of her thoughts, I expect, she was thinking of the taste/smell of chlorine, though that would suggest a swimming pool rather than a sewer, maybe her sewers are very clean  :

or maybe her water IS dirty! We've had bugs in ours.

Can't say I've been in a sewer but I have been face to face with the contents of one, in our back garden where we lived in ~1982. I can't remember who called them but neighbours were complaining of smell, or their toilets wouldn't flush, anyway the sewage guys pulled their truck up onto our drive and put a big smelly flexible pipe into the back garden.

'Where's manhole mate?'

'Eh, oh yeah here' I said, moving a group of plant pots.

'Right then' the two men proceeded to remove the cover, and underneath it was full to the brim with what looked like a bowl of the giant's oxtail soup with, well you can guess.

'Is that all ours?' I asked, very much taken aback.

'No mate, about six houses this side of't road'

That was a relief I thought, as I spied the floating contraceptives.

They literally threw the pipe into the soup, splashing all over the crazy paving. I left them to it as the gurgling and the stench had me retching.

When it all went quiet I ventured out again to see them replacing the manhole. What a stink. They seemed so happy in their work, their overalls were splattered. I didn't shake hands, and didn't appreciate the parting gesture as he flung the end of the pipe over to the lorry, the pipe kinked and flipped over sending a streak of brown up the back wall to the upstairs back bedroom window.

I think they were minute shrimps 

Matt might have said "$*%^ing briefcase" H, I've just listened to the relevant bit of the podcast hoping it might re-awaken my interest in the Archers - but it hasn't. Never mind.

Yes, I read about this in a German newspaper a couple of weeks ago. It reminded me very strongly of the egregious Dr Helmer in Lars von Trier's Riget (The Kingdom).

Allegedly true story retailed to me by my pal who works at the Moscow HQ of the European Bank for Reconstruction & Redevelopment.  Heard around the corner of a work-cubicle in which a Ukrainian employee of the bank is trying to explain the results of the Russian Presidential Elections to a sceptical newly-appointed American colleague:

Ukrainian: "You know what new Russian president' name means?"

American: "Medvedev?"

Ukrainian: "Yes! Means Beer!"  (ie he's trying to say "bear", but mispronouncing it)

Аmerican: "Beer?"

Ukrainian: "Yes! You know, big animal, goes up trees and steals, errr...  (cannot remember the word "honey" in English)

Аmerican:  "....steals Beer?!"

Ukrainian: "Yes! And he... errr....  consumes it there!"

American: "That's freaking gross, man!"

[American returns to his cubicle, and finds another American colleague waiting for him there..]

American: "Hey Fred, d'ya know their new President in Russia climbs trees to suck stolen beer there?!"

2nd American: "WTF???"