The Hope-Trust Foundation

Stage 1:  Trust V Mistrust


They feed me when I call,

They change me when I bawl,

They hold me when I cramp,

They quickly resolve crises

such as hunger, cold, wind and damp.

I trust these large things

To do what I want

When I want

How I want

For me


I shall be great.


They feed me when I hunger,

They change me when I need,

They hold me when they can,

They deal in time with annoyances,

Such as hunger, cold, damp and wind.

I trust these large things,

To stand beside me,

When I need,

A friend,

With me,


Life shall be great.


They do not feed this thing,

They leave it wet and cold,

They do not pick it up,

however hard it screams,

for food, for warmth, for gentle touch.

Trust no one,

Trust no thing,

Do not hope for things,

Do not hope,

Better to fear,

Don’t care,



D. Clancy, 2015

Playing our part


Nov 23rd in 534 BC is the first documented instance of Acting.  According to Aristotle it was an Icarian by the name of Thespis who first took on the character of others as an actor, instead of simply narrating their story.  He used different masks for different characters, used different voices, and even had conversations with himself, acting the parts of multiple characters at the same time.

All of this was revolutionary at the time.

As an homage to the ‘father of tragedy’ we call those who tread the boards “thespians”.

The masks he used to portray characters have become a universal symbol for the theater.  They also entered our vocabulary of self-examination.  We will often speak of “wearing a mask” when we adopt a persona that may not be natural to us.  Effectively we are “playing a part” much as an actor does.  If my child fails an exam I may “adopt the mask” of the stern parent and give him a lecture on the need for study.

“All the world’s a stage”; from As You Like IT by William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

First Prostitute

Really I’m so proud, it’s such a huge honour when your daughter, the apple of your eye, your innocent little baby, makes the big-time and is selected as first prostitute.  I don’t wish to denigrate the other girls, I’m sure they are fine prostitutes too.  But my girl is the first prostitute and in my own vicarious way I can revel in the reflected success.

She is asking my advice, what boots to wear, is this shawl tarty enough?  Imagine, my daughter asking me for fashion advice.  It’s quite a responsibility.

She is also appearing in the chain gang as a prisoner, as a factory girl and she plays the role of the first student who is shot.  Oh, did I neglect to say she is appearing in the school show?  Les Misérables of course!  What must you think of me?  First prostitute indeed!

Here is some sage advice from Noel Coward about a life on the stage: