Small people wake up like big people, without the shouting of ‘oh bugger off dad!’

iPhone 6s informal demo: 3D Touch, Live photo’s from a #VoiceOver Perspective:

A chat with Jake and Alice after Jake’s 6th birthday party

Early morning iPhone 6s observations with @mooncat86:

Andre Louis: Interviewed by Carson Small on VOB 92.9 FM #Barbados, Aug 23 2015:

Sea sounds and Ambiance from #Heywoods #Beach, #Barbados, August 24, 2015:

Afternoon sounds and other noises from #Barbados, August 23, 2015:

Evening sounds and other noises from #Barbados, August 13, 2015:

Scoping in #Barbados: #Periscope #HoleTown

Yeah, it’s another ‘Blind man takes a camera and goes mental with it’ type thing, let’s see what you make of it shall we?

I flew with @VirginAtlantic and had a great time doing so

Here I am, some probably 37000 feet up, on a plane to Barbados, writing to you. And although I cannot send it because well, no data, I’m still doing it.
The flight has been fantastic and the staff wonderful, not just because I got a free upgrade to premium class either. I have been made to personally feel like I matter. Like I’m important, and not just that the cabin crew are doing their job. They checked up on me multiple times throughout the flight, made sure that, if I wanted it, I had access to the in-flight entertainment system, walked me to (but not inside) the toilet and talked me through a great deal of the duty-free catalog, and made me buy something as a result.
I asked when I got on the flight if it was at all possible to move to a seat where there was an electrical outlet and was told to sit in my normal seat first, but that they’d ask the manager and if, when everybody was seated there was room in another class, they’d come and get me which they did.
I explained the reason for wanting to move, that being the difficulty with the touch-screen in-flight entertainment system and that naturally, I couldn’t ask them to come back and forth changing channel or program at my every beck and call. They were incredibly understanding and I didn’t feel like a self-entitled blind prick for asking. As a result of that, I’m sitting at the front of premium economy right by one of the toilets which is in kicking-distance to my chair, and no it doesn’t stink, and I’m close enough to cabin crew that if I just wave gently, they’ll see if I need anything. It’s been a great flight so far and as I write this it’s 12:28 Barbados time or 17:38 UK time, I’ve already set my clock back, so there’s not much left to go now. I really don’t have one single complaint. One of the staff even filled out the landing card you’re required to fill out upon entering Barbados, which was on-paper not electronic so I couldn’t have done that even if I’d have wanted to.

Anyway, I’ve waxed enough about the flight and the crew, it’s time for the food. What, you thought I wasn’t going to mention the food? Who do you think I am?

I was told very apologetically I might add, that they counted the meals up, and there were only enough for the people that had actually, you know, paid for seating in premium, and that as a result I could either wait and see if there were any meals left-over, or get a standard meal. I chose the standard meal and let me tell you, I was not disappointed.
I got some kind of chicken dish with rice, slightly spicy, followed by a passion-fruite moose of some kind and it was incredible. The hot food and the cold food. I’m not usually a moose-fan, although my wife does call me a moose often, but this really was exceedingly good. I think it was made by Goo, or some such, and I fully intend to have it again very, very soon. Somehow.
I’ve also been snacking on priseco (how do you spell that anyway?) a glass or two of wine, some orange juice and the most exquisite pretzels I have ever tasted in my entire life. tiny little packets of which by now I must have had at least 4. And I think I have another 2 in my bag, because they’re so so good I couldn’t resist taking some with me. I’ll have to ask my nan when I get there, what make they are and if we can find some more. Or whether Kirsten can because she would absolutely love them to bits and pieces and pretzels as I do.
When I was offered them at first, I was kind of skeptical you know, pretzels aren’t exactly the most interesting snack imaginable but well, I’ve had my taste-buds severely reeducated and now I am a big big fan.
That’s that. I know the ending is rather abrupt but well, I think there’s more food near me and although my name isn’t Ron Weasley, I appreciate food like the next Black man so yeah. that.

Thank you for reading. Or something.

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ANDRE LOUIS is

an English keyboardist/pianist with his own off-the-cuff creative style, makes "copyleft" music for the masses, and is a fun new source of universal entropy.