James Connolly

@drjamesconnolly.bsky.social

Historian at UCL SELCS specialising in modern France and Europe, the First World War, and military occupation. Other interests include film, TV, gaming, and comedy (especially puns). Very occasional stand-up comedian (12 performances so far).

My record of performing stand-up at least once a month since January will now be broken, as I was due to perform tomorrow but the England match has meant my 'bringer' (a friend who watches, usually compulsory) has pulled out, and none of the other friends I've tried can make it. A shame.

Editing proofs for my forthcoming article. I reference more German pictures like the one on the right here showing spitting Frenchmen in occupied Lille, 1914-18. I then include one of my favourite footnote asides: 'If true, these may have been the spitting image of genuine inhabitants of Lille.'

A wall displaying French signage: 'défense d'uriner' and 'défense d'afficher' are written on the wall, covered by posters. One man urinates against the wall, another man is partially hidden by the corner, and another man spits on the floor whilst pulling a cart, in which a boy sits, smoking. The latter wear flat caps.

I know there are much worse things going on in the world, but: saying goodbye to your twin and his children, who are moving abroad permanently right before your (obviously joint) 40th birthday is a particular kind of sadness that is difficult to communicate.

Today I helped with my four-year-old's primary school forest school, and was delighted to see a group of children playing at making a library, including fake books and library ('lighbery') cards like this one. It gave me hope for humanity.

A slip of paper with 'lighbery' writen in it, in child's handwriting. The G is backwards.A slip of paper containing a child's drawing of a book.

Love being rushed on my way to oral exams, dropping my son off to school breakfast club for the first time, getting an earlier train with a change, then not being able to actually get on multiple second trains because I'm faced with a wall of people.

More franglais from my son: I was talking about when I chipped a bone in my foot as a child, and he asked, "Were you boxing [boitais/limping] when you walked?" Then he spoke about wheelchairs, calling them "rolling chairs... No, what's the English word?"

I took off my glasses to clean them, only to realise my right nose pad has fallen off. I'd argue it's more annoying than losing an iPad. I won't be able to go to the opticians until Wednesday, so until then I'll no doubt make a real spectacle of myself.

A woman on the train is angrily discussing pet insurance on the phone with her mum: "I don't understand it. Okay, I'll just put it into Copilot to work out what's best." Stop outsourcing your thinking, people!

It's been a difficult term of teaching, especially juggling returning from research leave with my son starting primary school, so I'm even more delighted than I would've been to have been nominated for a Student Choice Award in Inspiring Teaching!