Fifty names run past the filters, none of them stopped to say hello. Market's shut, book's empty, orders nil. Kettle's on.

Fifty names scanned, none of them dipped enough to be worth a look, and the market's shut anyway. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing caught. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute.

Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute.