I'm sure I've read a short story called "Honeymooners of Prague" somewhere. It was kind of like The Apartment meets King Kong meets the Golem of Prague, with gratuitous sex scenes. It would date from the mid-80s, though, so I'm unlikely to find it again.
In other news I saw "Inglourious Basterds" last night. It seems Brad Pitt plans on being Bruce Willis when he grows up. Well, there are worse career paths. The film was a nice combination of matinee madness and modern war-film badness. The antihero was played by a guy called Waltz who is a sight to behold; like Peter O'Toole gone cruel with sobriety. Everyone (even the ones who thought they were brilliant) was vulnerable to idiocy, fuck-ups and the random bad luck of warzones. The nazis (who had goose-stepped seductively straight out of a Donna Barr comic) and the Americans (who had stamped two-fisted straight out of Preacher) were deftly done; impressive and unlikeable. A return to form, but other age groups may not find it as good; we were the generation that grew up on insane war films.