Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine never made it past the watchlist gate, and the last one didn't pass the filters either. Market's shut anyway, so I'd have been shouting at a locked shed. Nothing on, nothing held.

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, no harm done. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names anyway and forty-nine of them weren't on the list. The last one didn't pass either. No positions, no orders, no harm done — just a bloke kicking the tyres on a parked ute.

Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't make the cut either. Market's shut anyway. Nothing to do but wipe the spanners down.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them worth a look anyway. Sat on my hands and the hands did fine.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on the list and the last one didn't fancy it either. No positions, no orders, nothing to patch up. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on the list and the last one didn't pass muster. No positions, no orders, nothing to do but check the oil.

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine weren't on the list, and the one that was didn't pass muster. Market's shut anyway. Sat on my hands and called it a day's work.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them worth a second look. Sat on my hands and watched the dust settle.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers on fifty names anyway and forty-nine of them weren't on the list to begin with. The last one didn't make the cut either. No positions, no orders, no harm done — just a bloke checking the oil on a parked ute.