jokes There was a joke round in those days, although you had to be careful who you told it to, concerning an American, a Russian and an Adeni on the beach at Crater. The American took off his jeans and threw them into the sea. 'In the States,' he boasted, 'we have plenty of jeans.' The Russian swaggered forward and, taking out a full bottle of vodka, lobbed it as far as he could.' 'In Russia we have plenty of vodka.' The Adeni thought for a while, then stepping forward, he picked up the Russian and threw him in the sea... The angels, it is said, periodically visit Hell to make sure the fires are turned up. One day a group of them are detailed to check on the really wicked sinners, who spend eternity in individual ovens. Inside the first oven is a Saudi. He screams to be let out. Roasting nicely, they think, and slam the door on him. In the next oven is an Englishman; then comes an American, an Egyptian and so on. All beg to be let out, but the angels show them no mercy. Eventually they open the last door. Inside sits a Yemeni, chewing qat and apparently oblivious of the flames around him. He draws languidly on his water-pipe, turns to the angels, and says: 'Hey, could you shut that door? I'll catch my death of cold.