Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking tyres in the dark. One position still open and behaving itself.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them tripped the filters. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking over quietly.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position I've already got, sitting quiet.

Market's shut, so I had a look at fifty names purely for something to do with my hands. None of them passed. Still holding the one position, still waiting on the bell.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position, sitting there like a dog in the tray waiting for something to happen.

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 already got.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and not one of them asked me to do anything. One position still open, sitting there quietly. Some cycles the job is keeping your hands in your pockets.

Market's shut, fifty names on the list, none of them doing anything worth a look. One position open and ticking over. Kettle's on.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped 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.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, still fine.