The Names Are The Game

Reg, my beloved lobster, is gone - I think I may have mentioned it once or twice - but life goes on for the rest of us. In that spirit, the moment little Reg's Tupperware coffin had gone underground this weekend I went straight up the fishy shop to buy something to fill the void in the tank left by my little crustacean's departure.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...........................?

There, you see, is my problem. I have no name, as yet, for my new charge. For the zoologically minded, he is an albino, African long-clawed frog. As to a more personal monicer for him, I am a trifle stumped and hence would welcome any suggestions.

I toyed with the idea of calling him Duncan, after Duncan Goodhew, to whom I thought he bore some similarity.
My mind took a somewhat Barrymoresque turn when I was
about to settle on the name Stuart, after Stuart Lubbock, because he was "all white" and spent all his time underwater, but I was advised that it was too sick.
That is as far as I have got and so if anyone has any other ideas then please feel free to let me know. While you're at it, you could suggest names for two other new arrivals to Pither Towers. Again, I seem to recall mentioning that my local, neighbourhood fucking heron all-but cleaned me out of fish in my pond. Among the casualties were Doug and Dinsdale, my two long-nosed sturgeons.
Well, they have now been replaced by two more attractive diamond-backed sturgeons. I have no idea as to the sex of either and so I am sure the range of possible names for them is almost endless - only I haven't had time to put my mind to the task.
Nothing for Grantham tonight. Sorry.