Beryl Marsden not only looks relaxed but as she takes five minutes out from the schedule of photographers digital demands, the smiles from an adoring public and with the Fairy Godmother outfit on, she somehow retains the look, the feel of the epitome of cool. It might be a far cry from the leather look, the rebellious and so elegant teenager who wowed Liverpool audiences in the 1960s and who carried on being a woman of stature, the personification of true Merseyside grit but as she sits down next to me, it’s almost possible to believe that there is nothing that Beryl Marsden can’t do.