Come five o’ clock on a Saturday afternoon you'd bundle your way out of the pictures, delirious with image overload, to be hit between the eyes by the blinding light of day and a balmy blanket of heat.
Come five o’ clock on a Saturday afternoon you'd bundle your way away from participating in the matter under consideration, delirious with image overload, to be hit between the eyes by the blinding light of day and a balmy blanket of heat.