Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking over.

Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names for the practice. None of them passed. One position still on the books, nothing to do but let it sit.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting there quietly not needing me.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so the one position I've got on is just sitting there in the dark like a ute with the headlights off. Nothing done, nothing broken.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so it's a quiet look at a dark shed. One position still on the jacks, no orders placed.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me kicking the tyres in a dark shed. One position still on the books, doing its thing without my help.

Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so I was really just checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open and behaving itself.

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

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a look-don't-touch sort of exercise. One position still on the books, ticking along.