Thought some of you might find this  bit of fun, even though I doubt any of you will find it very hard. Read this (horribly contrived) story and try to find (in bold within the text) 15 British tennis players. To avoid you having to write out the whole lot, the question you need to answer is: Which of the top 15 Brits (as at 20 Nov 2006) is missing from the story and which player from just outside the GB top 15 has replaced him as the 15th anagram? Best not to have a list of the top 15 in front of you when you do this though - it'll spoil all the fun. ("What fun?" you ask!)

"Jack ..." mused Lana, "if you can't be bothered to listen to me moaning about my ex any more, maybe I should write about him in my blog. I'd have to say that Olivier was a bit of a shorty bum, but I'll admit that he had chiselled features and he was a rugged kisser! So the question is, can ex avoid blog or is Mr Rochus going to get a nasty shock?

Their attention then turned to the tennis on TV, where a couple of British serve-volley specialists [there's a clue ] came to grief as they rushed the net - one of them fell incoming and oh my! Man hit net! Still, at least it's not as dangerous as playing in a war zone, where you often see a "mine alert" and have to tread very carefully indeed.

Some tennis players, of course, can be a bit insecure. One was once heard to say "I'm a horrific oddball, me," while the other asked his mother "Be I a jerk, Ma?"

"Brits always seem to get into trouble when playing tournaments overseas," said Jack. "One got arrested for watching TV without a licence by a woman in rather a prim radar van, and wasn't very complimentary towards her after he spent a night in the slammer, saying afterwards: 'A dog jailed me!' Another got caught short in a tournament venue that didn't have even the most basic facilities and ended up having to hold jug as a loo!"

"Ewww!" said Lana, "but still, neither of those stories are as strange as the case of the player who picked up the strange disease called clank mania on one of his trips abroad!"

Once the tennis was finished, they switched over to watch the results of the Turner prize. The prize went to some strawberry jam, prompting Jack to remark sarcastically: "Oh man, an arty jar!"

Nobody's reported any errors where I first posted this (though note that I did give myself some leeway in whether to use full first names or shortened versions) so hopefully it's not too littered with mistakes!