Ran the eye over fifty names, none of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a closed servo. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly.

Fifty names looked at, none of them worth a bid, and the market's shut anyway. One position on the books, sitting where I left it. Some days the ute just stays in the shed.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's mostly me kicking tyres in a closed servo. One position still on the books, doing its thing.

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