Who the Hell is Dessie Iddon??

And more to the point, who cares??

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Thats me under an F/A-18 fighter over a capapult rail on the U.S.S. JFK!!!

Well, my name is Dessie Iddon (Yeah, I know, weird name!). I live just under a mile from a small village on the way to Waterford called Piltown (and as a result I have to begin all my sentences with the word: "Well") . We moved there in June 1997, one day after I'd finished my leaving Cert. I only spend week night there as my days are spent at the tech, and my weekends are spent at Coolmore Stud. That leaves night, where I'm usually tucked up with my Amiga or drinking in Anthonys!

If you're still reading I'll get back on-track and tell you about the person behind the HTML! My stats can be found in an outbox there somewhere, so I won't go into them again. Before I go on, I know you'll be asking yourself what kind of sad person puts a page about himself on the net! I mean who'll read it? Who in the world cares about Dessie Iddon? Until recently I would'nt have bothered. Then a person who I regarded as a friend was killed in a car accident. I remember asking him to put my details about himself on the web, but he never got around to it. His site is still up, although it's now run by his brother Hugh. Arthur's site can be found here, please give it a visit.

So, back to me :). Well, what do you wanna know? My interests? I've already covered them in computers and movies. My other hobbies include aircraft! Flying is kewl! My hours in the sky can be counted on one hand (hell, just over one finger!!!), but the sheer exhileration of it. It's the gift, a drug free high,the touch of God! Should you ever need to gain a god complex become a pilot, they deserve to feel like that, they've earned it!! I became interested in flying in 1989 (yeah, same year as computers) when Orbus's Airplane first came out. I studied every single one of those 317 issues till the print melted (!) and craved more. A friend of the family picked up on this and began to send me books (thanks Paddy!). It wasn't till fourth year I finally got airborne, my parents bought me a flying lesson from Limerick's Coona airfield.

Name:	Dessie Iddon
No! Your full name!	Desmond Maurice Iddon
Address:	Piltown (!)
Age:	19
D.O.B.:	31/7/78
Fave Drink:	Budweiser
Other fave drink:	Southern Comfort
...Followed by	Tia Maria and Milk
Fave computer:	AMIGA
FAvve color:	Black
Reason for living	...Aideen???

The disease was at it's peak! The family took in the last Baldonnell air-show, where I finally got to see a SAAB Gripen break the sound barrier ( I didn't cover my ears due to the fact I wanted a photo of it's afterburning tailpipe!!!). My first real plane ID fuck-up also happened, when I claimed an Aer-Corps Chipmunk trainer was a Provost trainer. The slagging still continues!!!!

At about the same time I caught the flying bug, I was finally made editor of the school magazine. I had missed out the previous year to Jimmy, Trev and Garry when I was no-more than the lowly art-ed. During the first year I was responsible for all the comic strips (The Eye-balls and Brat-man!), and added a few stories to the mag (The prologue to Brat-man). I wanted more! The mag probably saw it's best time under me (the lads had made it popular, I just had to keep that up!!!), but I was worked to the bone! The mag did expand thought, and I managed to get more time for the mag during school time than any-one! It also got a touch violent! Brat-man's stories usually centered around one bloodbath or another, adn the eye-balls became somewhat more technocally advanced and somewhat less forgiving (they'd settled down, only to be disturbed after years of peace, they wanted some butt!!!) - violence abounded!!!!

The following year I went in first year, the mag collapsed, and the education system tried to en-snare me! English was kewl! I took to writing essays like a cow to slaughter! (well, like a duck anyhow ;) )

It seemed so obvious. Place one innocent fairy-tale and re-write it with punchier dialogue, flash action and references to the f word! At least the teacher seemed to enjoy them :)

I actually enjoyed school until fifth year! Fourth year was such a blast I never really recovered. I got my first taste of drama on-stage playing Joseph in Temple Roc, and my first taste of direction in The bounds of no budget". Sixth year was even a blast, despite the fact that time I should have spent in study was spent with my friends: Aidan, *evin and Jules. Ah! Many an evening was spent on Juile`s wall discussing the virtues of the female "Godess"!

However, bad things always happen, and sixth offered them in abundance! My class-mates approached me with a view to design the cover to the class mass. Naturally I agreed and printed, off my own bat 120 copies of an image generated on my Amiga. It was a cross, with an image overlayed that resembled an explosion. It was open to intrupration, and the vast majority assumed it was god exploding. It would later result in me being called a satanist! Me a satanist.....never!!!!!

The Bounds of no Budget was the begining of a constant, and so-far unending mental torture. EVERYTHING I see is now translated into film in my head! YUP! I see plot lines in everything and charactors in everyone. As a result some of my scripts have charactors quiet recognisable as people around me. Hell, reciprocity actually happened!!! Atrophy is closely scripted to the hassle we had during the Bounds of no budget. ID+ how-ever is completely different! Badged as THE Independance day mauler, it actually has a plot and charactors you care about!!! HONEST!!!. The only problem is it's semi-religous over-tones which are sure to cause controversy - AGAIN :(
Can't really help that.

I'm supposed to be going on-set with Tony and Parallel productions soon, no date is set yet though. Now that'll be very cool. I'll actually get to see how the professionals do it, and see how wrong my little techniques are :)

It will be one of those experiences, mot often repeated.

STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!