THE task facing the fortysomething wife of a chief executive of a British company and a young freelance snapper from England was not a simple one. He had just received a delicate photographic commission which involved providing images to help illustrate a magazine article on testicle cancer and had called upon her advice - but more importantly the use of the light and airy balcony of her spacious Stanley apartment for the shoot. There was, however, a major snag. His strict brief prohibited him from any full frontal showing of the problem area. As they pondered the dilemma over a coffee in her kitchen, he produced from his bag some walnuts which he hoped would go some way in solving the problem. Remembering that she, too, had some walnuts still left over from Christmas, she fetched them and together they inspected each others nuts to see which ones would pass the critical test. As the photographer set up a couple of carefully chosen walnuts out on the balcony and got to work with his camera, the housewife - smitten by a burst of inspiration - suddenly dashed into the dining room and emerged triumphantly waving two rambutans (which, for the uninitiated, is a small reddish brown globular shaped tropical fruit with distinct hirsute qualities). The industrious pair went diligently to work - he with his camera and she (now well into the spirit of things) with a shaving razor and make-up brush to add any missing touches of realism. By all accounts the mission was accomplished, and the fruits of their labour will be there for all to see in a future issue of the magazine.