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 the back.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the gauges on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding itself.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names and found exactly nothing worth a bid. One position still on the books, ticking away quietly. Some cycles the job is just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the bottom. Market's shut anyway, so I'm arguing with myself about stock I can't buy. One position still on the books, ticking along.