I have been reading the BBC.

Very Big Rock
For those of you who, like me, somehow missed this: a piece of rock between twenty and fifty metres across zinged by us on Monday, close enough to ruffle our hair and scare the cat. We found out about it three days before (and when I say ‘we’ I mean Siding Spring Observatory in Australia) which is just about enough time to move to Switzerland and hide, but not much else.
I have already mentioned that I’m not a fan of letting a giant space rock destroy my garden and shower molten tungsten into my stamp collection.
What I had not realised was that a modest rock – say, between twenty and fifty metres across – hitting solidly, would release the same amount of energy as one thousand Hiroshima bombs. Or that the Tunguska Blast was produced by a rock in this range.

Tunguska, from Kulik's 1927 Expedition
Holy cow.
I have, despite me preference for not being flattened from space, been a bit scathing about MPs asking questions about Near Earth Objects and their detection in the House of Commons. I feel somewhat sheepish about that now. This is another of those Zero-Infinity Risks (well, all right, technically it’s not, but in human terms it kinda is) where the probability is low but the risk is exceptional. Ask away, ladies and gents, and by all means let’s find ‘em early.
