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On top of the gerbils (Minx, Bandit and Honey) and my Nabaztag (Bozztag, who's finally started working again), the house has some more animal inhabitants today. After a complex operation yesterday, involving a bucket, a taxi, two fish and a heavy tank, Sharky and George have set up residence in the living room. Not that Sharky and George are what their owner has decided to call them, but none of us were able to agree on names we all liked, so we've just chosen our own. As a result, each fish (there are two at the moment, but there are more on the way this afternoon) has about six different names. In fact, I also refer to George as Redfin, so he's got seven. You have to feel sorry for their new tankmates... they'll never remember them all.

An extra-special hello to everyone who has stumbled across my blog by reading my post on George Lamb and BBC 6 Music. Thanks to Barry Beatmaster for posting a link on the Facebook group . It's reassuring to know that there are lots of people out there who share my annoyance. After reading lots more blogs and posts on the subject, but especially this post from The F-Word, something else very obvious has struck me. Leslie Douglas claims that Lamb was bought in to attract more women to the station, but he's infinitely more "laddish" than any of the presenters he (and the new batch of "personalities") have replaced. Bizarre. PS: If you're wondering where the connection is between today's post and today's picture: there isn't one, it just made me laugh.

Well here's something I wasn't expecting to write about. England was hit by an earthquake measuring 5.2 on the Richter Scale at around 1am this morning. It's fair to say that the impact wasn't at its greatest in Sheffield, but it's the first earthquake I've ever experienced, so don't knock it. It's quite a strange sensation, really. One second I was lying in bed, leaning against my wall... the next second, the wall starts wobbling and there's a strange rumbling sound from outside. At first, I thought our demented washing machine had finally broken free from the kitchen and made a bid for freedom mid-way through it's spin cycle. It was quickly apparent – the shaking of the entire street outside was a give-away – that this was not the case. To be honest, it was quite exciting. In fact, I'm a little bit disappointed that practically everyone in Blighty had the same experience... It would have been more impressive if it was localised to S...

I used to listen to BBC 6 Music all the time. Phill Jupitus was an excellent breakfast show host, because he made no attempt to sound peppy and jolly when he wasn't. He was 100% honest: sometimes his shows sounded terrible because he'd be half asleep, but I'd rather hear that then a cheesy "good morning!" every 2 minutes. Andrew Collins was a great host for the drive-time ("Teatime") slot: engaging, entertaining, friendly. Gideon Coe's mid-morning show was an absolute masterpiece: He is a funny man with good taste in music. You will probably want to go out with him a little bit. He wins a lot of awards. Zoe Williams, The Guardian Every single one of these presenters – and many more I could name: Vic McGlynn, Suggs, Bob Harris – bought a very different style to their programme, but they all had something in common. A passion for, dedication to, and indisputable knowledge about music . There have been radical changes to the station and its...

Week 3 rears its ugly head: is it wrong to be dreading every lecture at this early stage of the term? To be honest, I can't really complain about having a difficult start to the week: my first lecture on a Monday starts at noon, and today it was cancelled. Had I known that before this morning, I would probably still be in bed. In a way, it's a blessing because it means I've got up and now have some time to get some work out the way before my seminar at two. It was a pretty quiet weekend, really. We did attempt the pub quiz last night (we didn't win), but otherwise it was a pretty lazy couple of days. At the moment, everyone's trying to figure out the best time to go home for Easter – we all need to be away for a week or so because the landlord wants to put a new bathroom in, but we're also going to have essays to be writing over the break, too. Dartford won again at the weekend, 5-0. We're still top by eight points, but the two teams below us both hav...

This is absolutely genuine: found while flicking though the brand-new copy of Ariel I've just bought from Blackwell's (£8.99 no less), an inspirational message on a post-it note. Stuck over a poem called "The Rival", it reads: “If you don't have a clue about life, then I'm happy-happy-happy to say... NEITHER HAVE I!!!” I don't know if it was left for someone else to find, or if someone's just been leaving strange messages in rather difficult poetry books, but it's strangely topical. Either way I think I'll leave it in.

With just eleven games to go, the race for promotion from the Ryman League, Division 1 North, is really hotting up. The mighty Dartford are well in the running, but it's going to be a tough finish. Poor results against lowly teams at the beginning of the season have cost us some valuable points, but the team is now much stronger: good performances and good results against the teams around us have bolstered our position at the top of the table. Ryman Division 1 North Pld W D L GD Pts 1 Dartford 31 20 6 5 +50 66 2 AFC Sudbury 29 17 7 5 +44 58 3 Ware 29 17 7 5 +36 58 4 Edgware Town 31 14 14 3 +21 56 5 Redbridge 29 15 8 6 +13 52 The gap is currently eight points, although we've played two more games than second and third. Thanks to the good pitch at Princes Park, very few of our games have had to be cancelled: hopefully this means we'll escape a barrage of re-arranged fixtures in the crucial final few weeks of the season.

Apparently, there was a lunar eclipse last night. I missed it (actually, I didn't even know about it) because I was watching the Brit Awards. I don't like the Arctic Monkeys, but hats off to them: their acceptance speech stole the show. Special mentions to Kanye West for being honest, and an honorary "stuff you then" to that idiot Foo Fighters front-man. I'm finally getting round to selling all my old books from last term. To be honest, they've been posted on Facebook's "Marketplace" for ages, but that particular feature obviously isn't as popular as things like "What Colour Is Your Brain's Celebrity Personality?". They were going at a pretty good price, too... almost half when I ended up selling them for on Amazon (albeit with a hefty cut for fees and postage). I signed up to Twitter last week, because I've heard so many people rave about it. It's actually pretty rubbish, as far as I can make out. Essentially, it...

We're just under a fortnight back into a university term – my last – and it's quite clear already that it's going to be a long 15 weeks. To be honest, I haven't really been enjoying the work for the best part of a year, so it's not come as any great surprise that I'm finding it a bit dull this time round. I can put up with it because a) I only have this term left to complete, and b) it would be utterly stupid to give up now. Plus, I enjoy the social side of uni life – not just "going out" but also meeting and talking in lectures, seminars, etc. – too much. Make no mistake, I'm not saying this because the work is difficult. I can do it without much effort, in all honesty. It's just that I'm getting bored of English Literature after studying it for three years (five if you count A-level). It's reassuring to know that while some people have a very clear idea of what they're going to do come July, there are definitely people out...