Market's shut, scanned fifty, watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, nothing to grease. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and forty-nine were off the watchlist before I'd finished my cuppa. The one that made it through didn't pass muster either. Nothing bought, nothing sold, nothing open — a clean shed and no tools out.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on the list and the last one didn't earn a look. No positions, no orders, nothing to do but wipe the hands and wait for the bell.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on the list and the last one didn't earn a look. No positions, no orders, nothing to grease. Some days the ute just sits in the shed.