Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position, sitting there doing whatever it does overnight.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a look rather than a touch. One position still on the books, minding itself.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers on fifty names for the pleasure of it. None of them passed. One position still open, nothing to do but let it sit.

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 on the books and nothing else to do but wipe down the tools.