All The Time In The World

We had all the time. 

All the time in the world.

A time to watch opera, study history, hone our art practice.

To grow our intellect, write a symphony, a novel, bake bread, 

Work out a way to live off-grid whilst studying Buddhist literature to transcend into a state of calm and higher meaning.

Instead we turned on the TV, transported to the best and the worst places in America.

We became strangely addicted to the novelty of the new

Discovering absolute beauty and equal amounts of ugliness.

The star-spangled exploits of Joe Exotic the Tiger King engaged us with a jaw-dropping alacrity we never knew was in us. 

Watching as he battles a messiah-like woman over who truly loved the feline carnivores the most.

In the Louisiana swamp, Troy Landry, accompanied by his lucky shirt

Calls ‘Choot ‘Em’’ as he wrestles 12ft alligators and refuses to acknowledge his colleague by her chosen name,

Sons and Fathers joined in the fight of persecuting lizards and the joy of squirrel eating.

And then the chase for Bigfoot.

A reality TV show with hunting on its mind.

A million dollars to tag a monster that is peaceful in his lair but always manages to be one step ahead of our valiant Sasquatch pursuants.

And then the sheer magnificence and romance of John.

A life spent trying to contact aliens which ends up with him having and holding a love so true, and so human, 

It makes you wonder why the unknown have not moved in. 

And all the crime. 

True, made up and unsure. 

Please contact us if you need an elite team of Behavioural Specialists, Naval Investigators, Dinosaur Hunters or Paranormal Detectives. 

We have watched them all and could walk an FBI entrance exam. 

We may not have studied to give you answers to the philosophical dilemmas of the day

 But yet, we know how to track a cryptid, catch a croc and badly run a big cat park.

And we would not have missed the love story of John and John which hands down, one hundred percent, truly and utterly beat writing that symphony.