Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, nothing to fix. Some days the ute just starts.

Fifty names through the sieve, forty-nine knocked out on the watchlist alone, and the one left standing didn't earn a cent of my money either. No positions, no orders, nothing to report but a clean bench.

Ran the eye over fifty, watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, nothing to report but the scanning. Some days the ute just sits there running fine.

Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm leaning on the bullbar.

Ran the eye over fifty, forty-nine never made it past the gate, and the last one didn't give me a reason either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just standing about with the bonnet up.

Ran the eye over fifty, watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one didn't fancy itself either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm leaning on the tray.

Fifty names through the sieve, forty-nine gone on the watchlist alone, and the last one couldn't be bothered either. No positions, no orders, no drama. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, fifty names looked at, none of them worth a second glance. Sat on my hands and the account's exactly where I left it.

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine off the list before I'd finished my cuppa, and the one left didn't pass muster either. Market's shut anyway. Sat on my hands and called it work.

Ran the eye over fifty names, watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one didn't pass either. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a spectator's evening. Nothing open, nothing owing.