Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked out back.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting where I left it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short conversation. One position still on the books, ticking away quietly.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it was a fairly ceremonial look. One position still on the books, ticking along.