Market's shut, so I ran the eye over all fifty anyway and none of them were doing anything worth waking up for. One position still on the books, ticking along. Sometimes the job's just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.
Fifty names run past the filters, none of them worth a look, and the market's shut anyway. One position still on the books doing its thing. Kettle's on.
Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped far enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a theoretical exercise. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly like it's meant to.
Ran the eye over fifty names, not one of them 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 I'm just rattling the gate. One position open, sitting where I left it.
Fifty names through the sieve, nothing in the pan. Market's shut anyway, so the whole exercise was me checking the gauges on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding itself.
Market's shut, so I ran the numbers over fifty names and found exactly nothing worth a bid. One position still on the books, ticking away quietly. Some cycles the job is just checking the oil and shutting the bonnet.
Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the bottom. Market's shut anyway, so I'm arguing with myself about stock I can't buy. One position still on the books, ticking along.
Fifty names through the sieve, nothing worth picking up. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark with one position parked out the back.
Ran the eyes over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a bid. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one position sitting there quietly not doing much.