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Trisha Goddard (five)

The Truth About Kate Moss (five)

THE announcer who introduced her as "five's very own Trisha Goddard" was being economical with the truth. The presenter may have switched her Jerry Springer-style agony-and-ecstasy relationships talk show to another channel, but the schedulers at ITV1 are reluctant to let her go.

Repeats of her old shows are running in the mornings on ITV, with her new show on five going out in the afternoon. If she was a guest on her own show, her appearance would be heralded by a caption on the bottom of the screen reading: "my previous employers won't let me go and ruined my career".

The clash isn't as bad as it might have been. The day I dipped into Trisha, the show was running along the familiar lines of "mum, you've gambled £300,000! And it's cost you your family" and "fiance, stop the violence - I'm not a cheat".

On Trisha Goddard, the presenter had a more glamorous hair-do and was reuniting people. We met her brand-new reunion team, who are at the end of a phonecall, text or email waiting to bring together family members, workmates and schoolfriends who've lost touch.

Shirley, 27, had three children, a former drug problem and found her dad on the Internet. They hadn't met. She must have been the only person in the studio who didn't realise that her father would be brought on at the end of the programme.

Trisha, playing the social worker, told Shirley that they'd looked through her notes and decided it was time for the reunion. They did seem pleased to see each other.

There was no happy ever after for Big Brother housemate Jason (you remember, the Scottish one with the muscles who spent much lot of time preening himself). As a result of his time in the house, his biological mother contacted him.

They met but that was the end of the matter. He felt more loyalty to his adopted mother than Jane, whom he regarded as "the woman who carried me for nine months" not someone who loved and raised him.

She wasn't waiting in the wings, which was just as well because Jason would probably have given her the cold shoulder.

Once you're famous, someone always emerges from your past to give away your secrets. The Truth About Kate Moss found childhood boyfriends revealing what the supermodel got up to in her teenage years as a "flat-chested, bow-legged girl from Croydon"..

How ungallant of them to recall romping under the duvet with her. They were probably grateful enough at the time. Scott, who went out with her for a year while they were at school, was the one under the duvet. Jamie recalled that she talked about sex a lot. All agreed that her love of booze and boys began at school.

She was a "wild child" out at raves and all-night parties every weekend. But, I wanted to know, did she do her maths homework? We should be told.

Northern Sinfonia, the Sage Gateshead.

THE creation of the Sage Gateshead, conveyed in a gripping combination of music and film, enraptured an audience in the building's Hall One. A composer with a love for building sites, Jonathan Dove donned his hard hat to soak up atmosphere as the building arose. Commissioned specially by the Sage to celebrate the opening of the building, Dove discovered the dramatic work of photographer Peter Brock. Suitably inspired, the resulting "Work on Progress: Twelve site visits for a piano and orchestra with film", is a sensory feast. In the first movement, The Plan, images of the blueprints seemed to grow on the screens as if emerging from the architect's mind. The clanging of metal and clamour of activity of the construction site was vividly brought to life, while the cranes danced a graceful ballet overhead.

Like the spindly yet muscular girders of the structure, the piano work of Rolf Hind held the framework of the composition together throughout, with the elegant lines of the shell reflected in shimmering string work.

In the last movement the most vital element of all was introduced - crowds seen milling around for the first time. To herald the New Day, the Northern Sinfonia, under the baton of Nicholas Kraemer, marshalled the additional forces of the Gateshead Children's Choir, a solo steel pan and the groups Folkestra and Jambone, for a boisterous climax.

Soprano Lesley Garrett then gave an exquisite rendition of Mozart's Exsultate, Jubilate. The evening was framed at the beginning and end by Mozart's Magic Flute Overture and the pomp and ceremony of Handel's Music for the Royal Fireworks - concluding with a spectacular pyrotechnic display from a barge on the Tyne. A memorable evening of pomp and purpose.

Gavin Engelbrecht

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