“Co-in-Man” is journalism with a twist. Using a coin as the “motor”, our man travels the country with the firm belief that every person has a story to tell, that no one is TV-superfluous, that everyone deserves his three minutes of fame and that Co-in-Man is the one to get the story through to the viewer. “Co-in” is a home-spun pun on both coin and coincidence. At the end of each story Co-in-Man spontaneously sets up an alternative: Either I will go to the May 1st demonstrations to find the oldest living worker, or I will try to spend the afternoon among the rich, hitching a ride in a fancy sportscar. And there is no cheating whatsoever. If the story is not immediately apparent, it is up to Co-in-Man to spot it anyway. Co-in-Man visited all kinds of people, in all kinds of situations. The teenage girl with a romantic life matching the girls cast in Beverly Hills; the elderly couple who shared with the viewers the secret of old age carnal love; the undertaker who considered supplying Co-in-Man (who is rather small in constitution) a child-size, rather cheap coffin; the elderly gay (?) couple; the family who lacks the energy to mount the mail box they got as a present more than a year ago. Based on the element of chance and a kamikaze host, the viewers visited central and remote corners of the country, digging out personalities who sketched the Danish “zeitgeist” as convincingly as regular journalism.