Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing caught in it. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just checking the fences in the dark. No positions, no orders, nothing to report but the dust.

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over all fifty anyway and found nothing worth a bid. No positions, no orders, no dramas — just a bloke checking the oil on a parked ute.

Fifty names run past the filter, none of them stopped. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a look-don't-touch sort of cycle. Cash stays in the tin.

Ran the eye over fifty of them, not one worth a bid. No positions on, nothing to mind — just me and the swag.