Twenty years ago, Michael Farmer bought a meteorite fragment for $75 at a minerals exhibition in Tucson, Arizona.

It changed his life. “I became absolutely obsessed and hooked”, eventually becoming one of a small band of dedicated meteorite hunters who scour the globe for extra-terrestrial rocks and sell them on at profit to scientists, museums and private collectors. “I’ve been around the world more times than I can count,” says Farmer. It’s dangerous work. He was nearly murdered in Kenya, was forced to flee across the border in Peru and, two years ago, spent three months in prison in Oman for ‘illegal mining activity’. “Not a very nice time.”

The recent meteorite crash in the Russian Urals, which caused an explosion injuring hundreds, has got Farmer excited. “It’s a historic event. The preliminary data from Nasa says about 7,000 tons landed.” For a space rock hunter, that’s big bounty. Farmer reckons there are only a couple of hundred thousand known meteorite fragments in the world: millions fall to Earth, but they mostly land in heavy forest, jungle or the ocean where they’re lost forever. His most lucrative find was an extremely rare pallasite: a 53-kilo “stony-iron” rock, around 4.5 billion years old, which he dug up in Canada and sold to the Canadian government for just under $lm.

meteorite-fragment.jpgMeteorite hunters fall into a distinct type. Almost all men, they tend to be white, middle-aged and fascinated by space since they were boys. It’s not the money that drives them (though that is clearly a factor) so much as the quest. They all speak longingly of the meteorites they hope to find. There’s camaraderie, but it’s highly competitive. News of a meteorite shower sends them scrambling to the airport to be the first to rake over the pickings. There’s a certain magic, says Farmer, about touching something that was hurtling through space just days before. The New Scientist notes that he has the “unusual habit” of eating a small piece of every moon or Mars rock that he’s ever bought or found.

Before he fell in love with meteorites, Farmer was something of a drifter. At 25, he was attending the University of Arizona on the “GI Bill” (army funding assistance), vaguely contemplating a career in the CIA. Then he wandered into that Tucson show. His first proper deal saw him “beg and borrow” to buy a $4,000 box of 40 rocks from “an old-timer” he had met there. “I quadrupled my money on those stones in about 48 hours.” Within a year, he’d made enough to fund the first of dozens of trips to his favourite hunting ground, Africa.

Farmer isn’t afraid to take risks – those who don’t “gain little”, he says. But he keeps a stash of meteorites in a fireproof vault in his home as life insurance. If he is killed on a journey, he has instructed a friend on how to dispose of the contents and give the proceeds to his wife.

So what’s the going rate for meteorites? Their value depends on size (starting from the size of a grape) and provenance, with fragments of the moon or Mars generally being the most prized because of their rarity. “I have meteorites I can sell you for less than $100/lb,” says Farmer. “But for lunar meteorites, you’re talking $1,000 a gram.”

Out of around 70 known lunar specimens, Farmer has found three. The market has performed well in recession, he says. “The supply is very low and demand has really been going up.” In the year following the 2008 financial crash, prices quadrupled. He has a client list running to several hundreds who are always interested in rocks in the $10,000- $100,000 range; and maybe “20 big-hitters” prepared to pay $1m-plus for exceptional rocks. Farmer works in close cahoots with scientists. “I supply them with rocks, they supply me with data, which I need to make money. People want to know what something is before they buy it.” But he admits there’s “always friction” between the collecting and scientific markets. “There are scientists out there who believe that no meteorite should be in private hands.” What they forget is that “if it wasn’t for us, 99% of these meteorites would be lost to science”. The best place to find meteorites is in the desert. Because they’re full of iron and metal, space rocks tend to deteriorate if they fall anywhere close to water, losing scientific and monetary value.

Farmer has also established a broking business. “Sometimes I buy this stuff by the ton, and it goes into storage and I sell it off one piece at a time.” After a bruising encounter with the stockmarket, he keeps his own wealth in inventory. One great thing about meteorites: you can’t fake them.

Billionaires’ Row

trevor-abrahmsohn.jpgTrevor Abrahmsohn is no ordinary estate agent. He deals only with the very top end of the market. For 38 years, he has been selling homes in Bishops Avenue. In this well- groomed neck of the north London woods, houses are the size of supertankers. Indeed. 30 years ago Bishops Avenue was known as Millionaires’ Row. Now it’s Billionaires’ Row.

Abrahmsohn’s career reflects the change. His first sale was for £2m in the Seventies; his newest property, Heath Hall, is on the market for £100m. Along the way he’s had plenty of tricky moments – one was a deal in which buyer and seller reached an impasse.

“A developer was selling two apartments for £20m, but he and the buyer could not agree on the exact price,” says Abrahmsohn. “The buyer had a plane to catch, and was in a hurry. So I asked them to spin a coin for a million pounds. They spun.

The developer lost, but the deal went through.”

To Conquer The World, Speak English

Do you know why French finance minister Christine Lagarde triumphed over other top candidates to become the new head of the International Monetary Fund?

Because he speaks perfect English. For that is what you need to make it truly big these days. Sure, you can rise to a certain level if you merely speak Globish – that dull, idiom-free version of English with a small vocabulary you hear around the world. Globish speakers can (like Nicolas Sarkozy) become president of France, or a big wheel in China’s Communist party, or CEO of a German machine-tool company.

But the national sphere is second tier. Status and money now flow to the bankers, executives, novelists and politicians who make it internationally: and such people speak perfect English. When the global elite meet in Davos, you will find the perfect-English speakers, whose conversation is laced with nuance and wit, clustered at the bar swapping plans, while Globish-speakers, unable to say anything subtle, funny or surprising, huddle at a few tables in the corner. These days if you can’t speak perfect English, you are doomed to national success.