Buchanan asks his questions wearily, warily, non specifically, reluctantly, maybe because he is fearful of the answers. MacAloon is as interested in the questions as he is the answers. It's as though he is trying to work out how he's wired. 'I spend the day with my vanity.' He has no time for the cumbersome, crippling weight of nostalgia, and makes that clear from the offset: "Antiques, every other sentiment an antique. As obsolete as warships in the Baltic." He dreads nowt. It's not your usual rock 'n' roll rhetoric of regret, but Paddy's well aware of the genre's lingo: 'You give me Farron Young, four in the morning..." He's not aloof, he's a 'simple slave of appetite', he also "counts the hours, the minutes, the seconds too", he recognizes the 'missed chances and the same regrets', Yup, regrets are inevitable; 'all my insights from retrospect' but he's just not a traditional guy, you can keep your platitudes, 'Save your speeches, flowers are for funerals'.
So there you go.
For their weakness and their strength, for the candour of their council; I love them both like family.