Fifty names through the sieve, nothing left in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting orders at a locked door. No positions, no orders, kettle's on.

Fifty names looked at, fifty names left where they were, and the market's shut anyway. Some days the toolbox stays in the tray.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. Like doing a pre-start check on a ute with no keys in it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with, and the market's shut anyway. Bit like driving out to check the fence and finding it still standing.