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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Longest hair extension (shared): 6.69 metres
This is the story behind my part in the Guinness World Record™ for the Longest hair extension.
This record was a shared one, involving attaching 6.69m of hair extensions to my head - that is almost 4 times my height, and they weighed close to 3kg!
Now I am sure you have all seen hair
Hothair, which are readily available
and can be fitted easily.However, for record-breaking hair extensions,
you need to see a specialist. I was fortunate to have a
Zambian lady – from
Garden of Eve – work on my new hair-do statement. African women are
renowned for their skill at hair braiding and alterations. Evelyn was
no exception; in fact, she was world class!
I sat in the same position for half a day in one
of New Zealand's biggest shopping malls as my scalp was picked at,
brushed, and my naturally short hair pulled incessantly. As the rules
stated, she worked single-handedly, and with meticulous attention to
detail. Some passers-by gave us strange looks but many could see the
humour, and we loved the attention from them all. It was definitely
worth the experience.
When I stood and turned to see for myself, I was
genuinely impressed with what Evelyn had done for my looks. No longer
was I that regular face I've been seeing for 35 years; now I was a hair
And now the antics really started!
To complete the world record attempt, all I'd
have to do was a few days of administration. But I chose to challenge
myself on how long I could wear this hair. Once I took it off, I'd not
be able to reattach it.
Worried that I might get my locks wrapped around
a vehicle wheel axle when walking along busy inner city streets, and
hence end my life twirled around a spinning mechanical shaft, into a
school satchel went the hair, tied together like some bizarrely twisted
snake. The satchel became an extension of my body for the next 51 days.
Not all went smoothly. I sweated heavily in the
New Zealand summer heat, and could sometimes smell an unpleasant whiff
rising from the back of my head – dried sweat collecting dirt, no
When showering, I was repeatedly given a rude
reminder that I was effectively tied to the satchel, hanging off a
metal coat hanger on the railing, each time I tried to pick up the
soap. And I recall almost suffocating and awaking in panic very early
But, best of all, were the stares I'd get in
The most memorable was when I was waiting for a
pedestrian traffic light to turn green. A driver caught my eye, or
rather, my hair captured his undivided attention. He stared as if
hypnotised. When the light changed, he gradually accelerated while
turning through traffic without even flinching. As I gestured for him
to watch his driving, he remained transfixed on the hair extensions,
slung over my shoulder that day like a cowboy lasso for a change. How
he didn't drive himself into a vehicle accident, I don't know. "Hey,
why are you staring - it's only a world record", I thought.
I stuffed the coils I was becoming so fond of back in their smelly satchel, hoping to avoid a more serious incident next time.
Then, sadly, the New Zealand Police got involved.
When day number 51 came, Evelyn carefully cut my
head free from the artificial adornments. I washed them for the first
time and hung the twisted snake-like coils out to dry on my verandah.
Several days later, I had a reason to lodge a
case with the authorities, which I lamented over by writing the poem
below. These verses have since been aired around Australasia.
Longest Hair Extension
Poem by Alastair Galpin, 2009
Where's my record-breaking hair?
Last November's world record aff-hair
has left me feeling deep in despair.
I gave these extensions c-hair,
and made a rope out of my new hair.
But now, all twenty-two feet's not th-hair.
Yes, I've looked all around hair.
I've searched absolutely everyw-hair -
even under my favourite armch-hair.
This is a little unf-hair
because there's nothing that can comp-hair
now that somebody's stolen my hair.
I tell myself, Alast-hair
please don't go sinking into desp-hair;
maybe someone will find my brown hair.
Where has it gone, this rare hair:
is it in a drain in disrep-hair?
For sale, or new to someone's car-hair?
If you see my long false hair,
please spare me a thought and be aw-hair
I'd love it back, my world record hair.