Market's shut, ran the eye over fifty names anyway and not one of them wanted a bar of me. One position still open and doing its own thing. Kettle's on.

Fifty names checked, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position still sitting in the shed where I left it.

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

Fifty names through the sieve and not one pebble worth keeping. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting orders at a locked door. One position still on the books, ticking along.