It's a sunny afternoon on the coast in Portstewart and Mr Gregory Campbell, Assembly member, Stormont Minister and Westminster candidate is sitting on the wall of the town hall, hanging out with his mates.
For a candidate in one of the most tightly contested constituencies in the North, Mr Campbell seems surprisingly relaxed, but then he is about to unleash the most powerful weapon in Northern politics, his boss.
Dr Paisley is an hour late but as he and Mr Campbell make their way down the promenade at Portstewart it is clear he is worth the wait. A tour bus full of women in their 60s is parked across the road and there are whoops and shrieks as they bring traffic to a halt trying to get their photos taken with the big man.
"Oh I'm too late," cries one as she fails to get into a shot with her friend, but Dr Paisley patiently waits for another. "You know what to do for us on Thursday?" he asks. "Oh, yes" was the happy reply.
Mr Campbell doesn't need to do a thing here. He does his bit shaking hands but often people walk straight past him to speak to "the Doc".
A woman tells the DUP leader she hasn't voted for 30 years but she will this time. "Do you hear that?" he bellows, "Gregory Campbell has brought her back after 30 years."
As Dr Paisley booms in the background that "it's a day would cheer your heart", Mr Campbell laughs along, wise enough to take a back seat.
A day earlier and it is a different story. In the working-class Windy Hall estate near Coleraine, Mr Campbell is his own man. This time it is he who is late, ministerial business.
"Did you get the A26 opened?" asks his election agent. "Yes, it's formally opened," Mr Campbell says with a trace of pride before plunging in to canvass.
An elderly woman has a simple query for him. "Do you sit with the Sinn Fein in the Assembly?".
"Yes but we confront them every time. We don't sit and have coffee or talk with them," he replies.
"Hm, I used to be an Ulster Unionist but I wouldn't vote for anybody that spoke with them," she says. Mr Campbell says "well then, you're a DUP woman now. I've spent 16 years in several places and I've never spoken to Sinn Fein."
The woman appears satisfied. As he walks away his election agent laughingly asks Mr Campbell "Not even in a lift?"
"Not even in a lift."
Someone once blended the sound of a marching band with that of an ice-cream van and it is to this accompaniment that Mr William Ross's voice drones around a middle-class estate in Limavady.
Over and over the tape plays: "All that evil needs to prosper is for good men and women to do nothing . . . vote for William Ross, the consistent voice. All nationalist parties are republican, they all want a united Ireland. It could be your vote that counts, use it for Ulster." In the flesh, Mr Ross, an anti-agreement Ulster Unionist, is friendly, polite and, on the doorsteps, charming. He gets on well with children and could flirt for Britain. He is also every inch the traditional Ulster farmer, everyone is "sir" or "madam" while The Irish Times is addressed as "young man".
As soon as a door closes, there is usually an analysis of the reaction. "Probably pro-agreement, doesn't like me but likes me a lot more than Gregory Campbell, who they see as Paisley's other face," he says after one.
When one man says he doesn't vote, however, the candidate is stumped. "What's that? nationalist, Jehovah's Witness?" If it were not for the Belfast Agreement, Mr Ross, the longest serving UUP MP, would not have had a contest. "I've been here for a long time, when you do things for people they remember and thousands of people have been through my office." The bulk of reaction to him is favourable. There is a very strong personal vote here but many feel they cannot vote for the UUP despite Mr Ross's glowing anti-agreement credentials.
He is reluctant to discuss his relations with the party but on the doors, it's a different story. One woman tells him she will think about voting for him. "I'm not for Trimble but I don't believe you are either," she says. "I'm not" is the reply.
"I'm getting a lot of that," he says. "There's this idea that the middle classes are all for Trimble, and they're not."
Although anti-agreement, he is scathing of the DUP. In the loyalist Ballysally estate in Coleraine, a man emerges from his flat to tell him he will be voting DUP. "Its nothing personal but Trimble is an idiot," he says. "You'll find some people in the UUP agree with you friend," Mr Ross says, but asks him what the DUP can do to reverse the situation.