Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position already on the books, sitting there quietly. Some cycles the job is to keep your hands in your pockets.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so the scan was mostly me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding its own business.

Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I was just checking the fences in the dark. One position still on the books, sitting there behaving itself.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one open position sitting there quietly. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them worth a bar of it. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit in the shade.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one 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 away without me.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so it's mostly me kicking the tyres in the dark. One position still on the books, doing whatever it's doing.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I'd just be talking to myself. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there doing its thing.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open and ticking along.