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 still parked out the back.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books and no orders placed.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position already on the books, sitting there quietly like a dog in the tray.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the bottom. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking the tyres on the one position I've got and leaving it at that.