Alastair Galpin
took to world record-breaking in
2004 after being inspired by a record-setting rally
driver in Kenya. What began as a hobby soon escalated
into an active publicity pursuit. Today, he promotes the
work of social and environmental causes. For these
purposes, the most fitting game plans are chosen; then
world titles are attempted and frequently created.
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Fastest time to shell one boiled egg: 14.79 seconds
This is the story behind my Guinness World Record™ for the Fastest time to shell one boiled egg.
Italy - Milan, to be specific. I arrived here to
take part in a world records TV show 2 weeks ago. During this time,
I’ve been astounded by the variety of skilled individuals and teams of
show participants I’ve seen.
Among the latest artists to impress me had been The Dutchess, a
singer by profession – a lady with immensely long fingernails. And,
yes, if you saw her nails, you too would be dumbstruck: seemingly
endless nails that look like works of fine art of a bizarre nature,
covered in glitter. This American woman told me that, sadly, the
previous world record holder, Lee Redmond, had
lost her fingernails in a vehicle accident. How awful for Lee. Then, I
met an African man, originally from Benin but now resident in South
Africa, the
Famous Eggman. He’s come to balance thousands of eggs on his head,
which he proudly explained to me are affixed using a wide range of
materials over several days.
And soon after, I met Glenn Coxon, martial arts
expert. Glenn had arrived to smash planks of wood with his hands.
During our introductory chatting, Glenn had humbly told me he used to
be Chuck
Norris’ training partner. I was mighty impressed. Just when I
thought I could not be more amazed, into my sight came woman in
excessively colourful costume. As she introduced herself to others, I
noticed her face was strangely out of shape. When I saw others taking
photos, I walked over myself to find the one and only Elaine
Davidson – the world’s most pierced woman – less than a metre from
me. Piercings covered her face just about everywhere. I had no words,
but we later got chatting, and I found Elaine to be a very pleasant
lady.
But let me focus on the real story I’m writing here. My schedule here
turned out to have me make 3 world record attempts recorded on set,
back-to-back. Having put on 13 gloves in a minute and then having held
8 burning candles in my mouth simultaneously, it was my time to shell
an un-pricked boiled egg as fast as possible.
I currently hold this world record, but when I got it, things didn’t go
well. During practice for my present record title, I’d discovered that
the older the egg, the faster it shelled. I actually shelled one so
fast, if you’d sneezed you’d not have seen my handiwork. But the day I
made the attempt, the eggs I had must have been fresher because I
battled to pick the shell loose. Despite that, I got the world record
and I was here to improve on my previous best.
To the side of the main TV recording studio, a small area had been
arranged and the table was ready for my action. It stood beneath bright
spotlights and to the front of a bank of small TV screens. Heavy cables
twisted across the floor seemingly in every direction, and there wasn’t
a moment during which one could claim that the set was silent.
Understandably, how could there be silence with celebrities and
programme staff walking between all points of the building?
But there was quietness in my mind. While waiting for a range of people
to rush over and each contribute a small step towards getting the set
absolutely ready, I relived the hours preceding my entry into the mini
studio. One egg after the next, they’d been destroyed. The production
staff had brought me 2 dozen fresh eggs, boiled, and ready to practice
with. But, unbeknown to them, their egg preparation had not been
perfect. To be fair, how could they know that an egg-shelling world
record attempt required intricately detailed planning?
Let me explain. I don’t mean to be difficult, but you’ve got to
understand that I needed the ideally cared for egg. Not just any boiled
egg, no! A good practice egg was one which had been sitting on the
supermarket or home shelf for nearly a month, and one which was almost
as wide as it was long. But not quite; I’d need a visible apex to hook
my finger into and twist a section of shell off to the side, then
straight downwards. Having been boiled thoroughly, the egg had to be
cooled using a series of 5 steps, and then marked so I would not lose
it amongst the unsuitable eggs.
The TV studio staff had brought me more eggs which I
boiled myself, while my assigned Italian-English translator watched
with interest. He was helpful at every step, and together we completed
numerous successful practices. I thought of how my hands needed to be
dry but not too dry, how I needed to twitch specific fingers at
appropriate times, and then use my wrists as levers to extend the
actions of my finger movements.
“Alastair!” I heard, and snapped out of the mental rehearsals. They
were eager to proceed. When asked if I was ready, I really didn’t have
any option but to say yes. Three eggs were brought to the table, plus a
plate and a dishtowel. Everyone was waiting for me. Oh.
The world record representative held up his stopwatch, people went
quiet and I saw cameramen to the front of me adjust their stance. I had
no way out but to perform. The stopwatch started, my hands dashed for
the egg, and it was action!
I knew I’d beaten my existing time to shell the egg – that would be
easy. But by how much time? I didn’t have the chance to find out,
sadly. The world record representative and his colleague inspected the
shelled egg I’d dropped on the table the instant I had finished. I
waited for a few very long seconds as they discussed how well the shell
had been removed. But the decision was all I did not want to hear. Yes,
I had to admit, I could see their rationale. My attempt was being
rejected because a tiny fragment of eggshell remained stuck to the
underside of the otherwise perfectly shelled egg! I sighed, but
remembering I was being filmed, I hid my disappointment as best I could.
Great, because I was given a second chance. Wiping my hands on my
shirt, as is characteristic of me immediately before making a world
record attempt, I stepped right up to the table and inhaled. This time,
I vowed under my breath, I would get it right. And that’s exactly what
happened. Having removed the shell from the second egg with alacrity, I
stood back so the world record representative could once again inspect
my speedy work. In fewer than 10 seconds, I had been adorned with a
world record medal, and a huge certificate was being passed to me
eagerly.
I exploded into celebratory mood, yelling how much I love breaking
world records. Everyone present was smiling, I noticed. Not
surprisingly, I received a number of comments about what an excitable
young man I am. I grinned, knowing that much of Italy might think the
same of me when the show got to broadcast. I love it!