Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Still holding the one, market's open, and I'm just leaning on the tray watching.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open and behaving itself.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Sat on my hands, kept an eye on the one already in the tray.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth getting the toolbox out for. One position still ticking along. Some days the job is just standing there with your hands in your pockets.