From the pen of Mr Chen

Gosh, that rhymes. Any­one would think I liked writ­ing or some­thing. But clearly not much. Any­way, enough about me. Really. Enough about me. This is an import­ant pub­lic ser­vice announcement.

If you haven’t yet ven­tured into the world of Writers’ Bloc, why the hell not? You should do. It’s good. Bet­ter than cheese. Almost. Where was I? Oh yes. If you haven’t been read­ing Writers’ Bloc, now would be a good time to start. Really, it would. Because as the sup­posed editor of the afore­men­tioned site, I have reck­lessly declared that this week is to be JIMMY CHEN WEEK. Why? Well, who needs a reason. Okay, there is a reason. Or two. It’s to mark the pub­lic­a­tion of Mr Chen’s flash fic­tion col­lec­tion called Type­writer, but also because, well, he’s Jimmy Chen. And he’s great. Bet­ter than cheese. Def­in­itely. So put down that hunk of Hal­loumi and that wedge of Wens­ley­dale, and go get your­self a deli­cious chunk of Chen.

In ret­ro­spect, I’m not sure about this whole cheese metaphor.