As a newspaper editor, I find myself writing the most surreal letters.

Tonight, for example, I've sent a reply to a reader which starts: "Thank you so much for informing me about the large meteorite you dug up in your garden in the 1970s. Unfortunately, I'm not in a position to arrange to have it auctioned."

I'd like to be a meteorite salesman, but I just don't think I'm qualified.