From right to left The Publicans are:
Paul Amesbury vocals mandolin
Lindsay Gee whistle vocals
Craig Palmer guitar vocals spoons
Vania Vitillo vocals guitar bass
Jon Bull piano
Stew Black bass vocals
Simon Lambert drums vocals
There’s seven of us at the moment; mandolin, piano, guitars, drums, bass, whistle and some er.. singing. Our songs are about growing up and being grown up and the stuff that happened on the way. Some of them are true, some of them are sort of true and some are downright lies.
It’s always a bit of a knees-up when we play, and we love to make new friends.
In order of joining - Sometimes there’s more of us, sometimes less.
Mandolin & vocals.
Extremely fond of Stowford Press.
Keyboard savant claims vocals are above his pay grade
Loves a pint of London Pride
Guitar, banjo, spoons & vocals
Rather partial to a Jack Daniels or 10
Dums & vocals
Known to comsume Guinness.
Vocals and occasional guitar.
Likes a cup of tea.
Bass & vocals
Coffee and codeine
Pipes & vocals
House merlot in a sleever
A brewery and a bar run by brilliant people, ‘nuff said.
Session on from 3.00pm
27 Curtis Industrial Estate, North Hinksey Lane, Oxford OX2 0LX
A brilliant little fest held in the grounds of Blenheim Palace
On stage 18.30
Bladon gate, Bladon, Oxfordshire
Here’s a few songs from the set
There’s more drunken nonsense on our Bandcamp page.
I’ll point two fingers to the sky,
you can kiss my arse goodbye
Stowford Press. When you absolutely, positively got to get completely pissed, accept no substitutes.
Concerns the adventures of the 27 legged beast in the capital of Éire
Guinness with a Jameson chaser, repeat.
The best pub ever,
where even Death would not set foot.
Peeg recommends Thatchers Gold or a skin full of Thatchers Katy if you really fancy a Wunderbar NDE!
The battle of the pay cheque,
as It was in 1981
15 pints of Hofmeister followed by a scrap in the Jack o’ Lent (for that full 80’s retro feeling)