Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a closed servo. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly.

Market's shut, scanned fifty names out of habit and none of them passed anyway. One position still on the books, sitting there doing whatever it does overnight. Nothing to turn a spanner on.

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over all fifty anyway and none of them were doing anything worth waking up for. One position still on the books, ticking along. Sometimes the job's just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.