Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them wanted a bar of me. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly. Kettle's on.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth the fuel. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position I've already got, sitting there like a dog in the tray.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books and no orders placed.

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 still parked out the back.