PC: Good evening.
DM: Good evening.
PC: Good evening.
DM: Good evening. We're talking this evening to Sir Arthur Greeb-Streebling.
PC. Streeb-Greebling.
DM: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I thought it was Greeb-Streebling.
PC: No, Streeb-Greebling. You're thinking of Greeb-Streebling.
The "T" is
silent, as in "fox".
Good evening.
DM: Good evening.
PC: Good evening.
DM: Good evening.
PC: Good Greebling.
DM: We'd like to ask Sir Arthur actually about his rather unique
restaurant, the Frog and
Peach.
PC: Good evening.
DM: Good evening. If you would tell us something about it, Sir. Arthur.
PC: Yes, well, ah, the idea for the Frog and Peach came to me in the
bath. A great number
of things come to me in the bath, mainly
sort of mosquitoes and adders,
but in this case a rather stupendous
idea. I suddenly thought,
as I was scrubbing my back with a
loofah, I thought, "Where
can a young couple, who are having an
evening out, not too much
money, and they want to have a decent
meal, y'know, a decent frog
and a nice bit of peach, where can
they go and get it?"
And answer came there none. And so I had
this idea of starting a
restaurant specializing in these frogs
legs and, er, peaches, and
on this premise I built this restaurant.
DM: These premises, in fact.
PC: In these precise premises. Good evening.
DM: How long ago did you start this venture? Was it recently?
PC: It was certainly within living memory. Shortly after the First
World War.
DM: Ghastly business, wasn't it?
PC: Oh, absolutely ghastly business. And, er, I started it shortly
after that and ever since
then, it's sort of been here, y'know.
DM: And how has business been?
PC: Well, ah, business hasn't been, in the strict sense of the world.
Rather, let me answer that
question in two parts. There hasn't
been any business and nobody's
been. It's been a quiet time for
the last 15-18 years, really,
in the business.
DM: But don't you feel in a way you're at some disadvantage being stuck
out in the middle of Dartmoor
here?
PC: I think the word "disadvantage" is awfully well chosen there, yes.
This is what we're at.
We're at a disadvantage. You see, when I
had the idea, I weighed
up the pros and cons and I came to the
conclusion, rightly or wrongly,
or possibly both -
DM: Or neither.
PC: Or neither, or nye-ther, as they say in some part of the country.
DM: Or cointreau.
PC: Indeed. I thought that the pros outweighed the cons by two
and a
half ounces, and I thought
the people in Britain were crying out
for a restaurant where there
wasn't any parking problem. In fact,
I heard somebody in the
street crying out for a restaurant without
a parking problem.
Norwegian sailor, I believe, on leave. He was
saying, "Oh, for a restaurant
without a parking problem!" And
this sort of inspired me
to start this one. There's no parking
problem here, situated as
we are in the middle of a bog in the
heart of Dartmoor.
No difficulty parking. Some difficultly
extricating your car, but
otherwise well-situated. Good evening.
DM: Good evening. Don't you feel, again, you're at a disadvantage
because of your menu?
I mean -
PC: The menu! Oh dear! Yes, that is - Oh! This has
been a terrible
hindrance to us building
up a business. The menu is the most -
have you seen it?
DM: Yes, I have.
PC: It's the most appalling thing. There's so little to choose
from.
You start with - what's
that?
DM: Spawn cocktail.
PC: Spawn cocktail. One of the most revolting dishes known to
man.
Then there's only two other
dishes really. There's frog a la
peche, which is a frog done
in Cointreau and with a peach stuffed
in its mouth And,
ah, then, of course, there's peche a la frog,
which is really not much
to write home about. A waiter comes to
your table. He's got
this huge peach on it, which is covered in
boiling liqueur, you see,
and he slices it open to reveal about
two thousand little black
tadpoles squiggling about. It's one of
the most disgusting sights
I've ever seen. God, it turns me over
to think of it. Squiggle,
squiggle, they go.
DM: Rather nauseating. Who does the cooking?
PC: My wife does the cooking and, luckily, she does the eating as well.
An amazing creature.
Of course, she's not a well woman.
DM: No.
PC: Not a well woman at all, so she very much resents having to go
down the well every morning
to sprinkle "Swoop" on the toads. An
amazing creature, my wife,
an amazing creature.
DM: Yes.
PC: I met her during the war actually.
DM: You did?
PC: Yes, she blew in through the drawing room window with a bit of
shrapnel, became imbedded
in the sofa and, you know, one thing led
to her mother and we were
married in the hour.
DM: Um, yes, I suppose actually -
PC: Would you like some pond water?
DM: No, I won't actually.
PC: It's two shillings.
DM: No, no.
PC: It's revolting stuff. I wouldn't touch it.
DM: No....er, um
PC: Good evening.
DM: Good evening.
PC: What are you about to ask me about?
DM: I'm about to ask you, um, I suppose this sort of menu could, in
fact, appeal to the French.
PC: It could appeal to the French and I've tried appealing to the
French over Radio Streeb-Greebling
which, as you know, is situated
in the moat, not a stone's
throw from here, but, ah, the response
has been - oh - it's not
been excessive.
DM: No.
PC: It's been nil.
DM: Well, it all sounds rather disastrous to me.
PC: Catastrophic, I think, would be a better word, really, for it.
DM: Do you have any other plans for other business ventures?
PC: Nnnnn-- yes and no. I thought of starting a sort of sophisticated
restaurant with kind of,
ah, sophisticated music somewhere up in
Peebleshire. Somewhere
where a young couple who're out for the
evening, y'see, who've got
about 85 guineas to spend to get a
really decent meal.
DM: Hmm. What are you going to call it?
PC: The Vole and Pea.
DM: What sort of food?
PC: Well, ah, I was thinking largely: simple English roast vole,
you
know and, ah, a decent British
pea. Put the two together and I
think you're on pretty good
ground.
DM: Y-e-s-s, indeed. Do you feel you've learnt by your mistakes here?
PC: I think I have, yes, and I think I can probably repeat them almost
perfectly. I know
my mistakes inside out.
DM: I'm sure you will repeat them. Well, thank you very much, Sir Arthur.
PC: Thank you very much.
DM: And good night.
PC: Would you like one for the toad?
DM: No, thank you.
The Estate of Peter Cook 1966, 1996