When we work late, so does she.Her personality hasn’t changed since she became famous; she will still take her children for a burger down the high street. She’s also very much part and parcel of the Norwich community. She never acts like a celebrity in the office; she’s just plain Trisha, and no one suddenly stands to attention when she arrives. Although I hadn’t seen Vanessa, or any of the other daytime talk shows, I was aware of their importance.

Trisha is very different from a Vanessa or a Jerry Springer type She seems a little more human to me. I was employed as a programme coordinator but during my first week Trisha’s PA was promoted and I was given her job.
After the upheavals around Vanessa Feltz’s sudden departure from ITV, it was a challenge for all of us I quickly saw how hard people work for their money. I made it clear at the interview that I wanted the job to be mutually beneficial to us both – I would bring skills while learning new ones. Initially I was attracted by the admin aspect but the production and the technical side soon fascinated me. I was involved in the arts as a stage manager and administrator for a black theatre group and, used to scrimping and saving, saw TV people as having more money than they knew what to do with I never wanted to be a media bimbo.

But five months ago I got frustrated by the theatre’s emphasis on bums on seats, and applied for a job at Anglia. A YEAR ago I would been horrified at the idea of working in TV. If you remember, we had to stop before we could vote on whether to put the procedures in effect to take a ballot on censuring the company over the redundancies Anyone got anything to add? No? OK, All those in.. yes, Jack, you hadsomething to say…?”. All those in favour? Against?Motion carried.”Now!” she yelled at the retreating backs, “we’ve some business left over from last time. “So we take a vote on whether to take a ballot on whether to get the Electoral Reform society to run an official ballot on whether we censure the company. Finally, people started edging toward the door, surreptitiously slipping their coats on, and Sally decided to call a halt.”OK,” she said.

The clock ticked away over Sally’s head as voice after voice was added to the consensus: “It’s a disgrace.” “They can’t get away with it.” “I’m not paid enough as it is.”Lunch hour came to an end, and people started looking at their watches. And on droned the downtrodden: “My wife never sees me as it is”; “I worked 50 hours a week last month”; “Do they think we’re machines?”And I realised that the function of democracy in the Nineties is to give everyone so much opportunity to get their voice heard that they never have the time to take any action. “I just want to say that they can’t be allowed to treat us like this. I don’t want to work extra hours for no more money, and I’m sure nobody else does, either.”And then the floodgates opened. Once a couple of people had had their say, everyone, it seemed, wanted to repeat them. We must do something.”"Anyone else?” said Sally.”Yes.” A lad with spots over by the kitchen hatch stuck his hand up. “Then I might as well just second it, then.”Everyone in voted in favour.