Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position, sitting there like a dog in the tray waiting for something to happen.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking tyres in the dark. One position still open and behaving itself.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them tripped the filters. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position I've already got, sitting quiet.