Climbing in the Swiss Alps
It was a time of plenty
Nineteen Seventy.
I attended my first dinner party
at a semi in Bellevue
and there between Liz and Mary
I first ate Swiss fondue.
It was a time before houmous
a time before falafel
but I recall a weird vinegar mix
of red cabbage and stewed apple.
It was a moment of metamorphosis
a phase transition in societal class,
a moment of social danger
should I fall on my working class arse.
But that was then
and now is now.
Times gain was social ease.
So in Two thousand and twenty-six,
when I dip my bread in the fondue pot ,
I just savour the molten cheese.
'Spleeny' George Roberts. October 2026








