Cultivation of Beards

When having moments of self-doubt I tend to grow my facial hair for longer than usual. I think it makes me look a bit dangerous, a bit edgy. With a beard I look a little like a man not to be messed with, though I've recently decided that most people's impressions of it are that I look like a man who could be depended upon to mess with himself. It makes me look less like a chinless wonder, so thats one thing.
So with this beard and a decent enough shirt and tie combination I went this morning to the Winchester EFL centre to undergo an interview whereby I had none of the relevant qualifications required to be employed. I had been invited on the strength of my plans to start as an EFL teacher in another country and because I was local. The boss, who looked in mild dismay at the lower half of my face, took me through to his office, professing that 'this is not a formal interview' before sitting opposite me with my C.V and a large amount of formal questions.
Afterwards, I was told I had done very well and that he would consider me for work if they became inundated, I decided not to hold my breath and to mark it down to experience. I normally interview well, once or twice I've had ones that were over so quickly that the entering and exiting the interview room felt somewhat simultaneous, I've since learned some subtle nuances of being interviewed and enjoying the experience as I go along.
So, after that I went and gave blood and checked my emails to find out that I got 66% (2.1) in my Sci-Fi essay, which I initially thought was dire. Goes to show doesnt it? I also got an email from the EFL school saying that they are looking into my possible employment but asked in the meantime if I would be able to take some Italians to London for the day. I might not be able to make it, waht with me being on my way back from Chester, but it might mean me heading back from there immediately after my Beach Break. Still, they've offered a fee and expenses paid...might be worth it.