Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a dark shed. One position still on the books, and it'll keep till the doors open.

Market's shut, fifty names on the list and not one of them doing anything worth a look. One position still on the books, ticking along. Kettle's on.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked out the back.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped far enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one open position sitting there like a dog in the shade.