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Wacky Nation have just had a cracking time at the World Egg Throwing Championships and me, Bamb, has even come away a World Championship. 

The Championships, taking place in Swaton, Lincolnshire, began with an opportunity to pelt Stupid Steve with eggs, scoring points depending on which part of his anatomy was hit. 

Next up was the World Egg Throwing Championships, where teams of two throw eggs back and forth without breaking them until one team are left. I teamed up with Stupid Steve, deciding that Sal was too short to throw and too girlie to catch. We started well, but were outdone by the daisy cutter technique and left the contest prematurely but our heads held up high, only because otherwise the yolk would slide back down my face. 

But, we had a second bite of the egg, with the inaugural World Russian Egg Roulette Championships, an amazingly ingenious contest that is all set to become a global phenomenon. 6 eggs, 5 hard-boiled and 1 raw, it was a game of chance with egg on the face for the loser. 

There were eight bandanna-clad contestants in this inaugural event, and I was up against Stupid 'de niro' Steve who had steel nerve as he won the toss and picked his egg, fearlessly smashing it on to his forehead. I matched him and it was down to Steve again, but this time the egg was raw and the yolk was on Steve. 

I progressed through to the semi finals where I didn't even get a go as my opponent went first and picked the raw egg.

The final would be a different proposition, I was up against local lady Wendy, representing Team Malta, who I reckon has seen many a raw egg pass through her hands, but could she tell the difference under pressure...you could cut the tension with an egg slice. The crowd crouched around the table; it felt like a boxing ring. Winning the toss I elected to go first, figuring the probabilities were on my side; 1 in 6 chance of picking the raw egg, I was confident that my first pick would be hard boiled. I was right. My opponent was equally unhesitant and then I find myself down to 4 eggs. This time I deliberated, my hand hovering over all four eggs. I made my choice and lifted the egg to my forehead; the squashing sound told me I was OK. For a brief moment there was palpable relief, but I was sweating so much even my bandana was sliding off my head. My opponent, still an oasis of calm, plucked from the remaining 3 eggs and rammed it on to her head…another hard squish. Now it was 50-50. I took my time, pondered my fate very carefully then went for the one I thought was hard-boiled. Lifting it up, it didn't feel too heavy and thought maybe this was the raw one. Too late to switch eggs now. You could hear a pin drop as the egg homed in on my head. Questions needed answering. Was it to be a splat or a squash? Was I to be a laughing stock or World Champion? And who dreamt up this mad event? 

My opponent looked devastated as the egg crumbled away and I promptly drew her attention to one remaining egg left in the box, the crowd and I waited for her to smash it. She hesitated, the crowd bayed, she looked both ways then smashed the egg upwards with the resolute determination of one who knows hope has left the stage. SPLATT!!!!

I had won and my first World Championship title too. 

I will come back next year to defend my title and until then, study the art of Russian roulette and maybe watch the deer hunter a few hundred times! We’ve now taken part in over 60 wacky events in the last 18 months and this tops them all, with a lethal combination of stupidity and tension. Thanks to the organizers, Andy and John for a superb contest and bring on the 2008 Championships'.

- Bamb 28/06/07

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