They call me 'Lekky Watson'

James Bond extras, Grace Campbell and pensions

The Cheltenham Festival of horse racing is like a religious gathering of the tribes. There are working-class kids, mainly men, dressed like the peaky blinders, having the craic and drinking Guinness. There are the severe men of the turf, many semi-retired, with their functional weather wear and discreet binoculars.

There are the country folk who live in…