Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. One position still on the books, ticking along. Some days the job is just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.

Ran the eye over fifty names and not one of them was worth the fuel. One position still open, market's still trading, and I'm still sitting on my hands.

Ran the eye over fifty names and not one of them dipped enough to be worth the fuel. One position still open, nothing bought, nothing sold — some days the job is just checking the oil.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. Sat on my hands with the one position still open and called it a day's work.