So what's this all about?
Well, as the headline suggests, the theme is film, specifically the films you and I love most. The picture doesn't so much give a strong clue about my favourite among the current crop of (UK) releases as shout its name from the rooftops.
My opinion on the cinema is worth no more than the next man's. But I'd love to see a few alternative suggestions from Salut! readers and, indeed, any quarrels with my selection.
In several decades of movie-watching, I have not enjoyed anything more than Brassed Off, which described a Yorkshire pit closure through its impact on the colliery brass band.
Peter Postlethwaite, who played the band leader, was quite magnificent; that emotional Albert Hall speech scene was recorded in one take, reducing many of the crew to tears.
My acquaintance and fellow Sunderland supporter, Melanie Hill, was among others deserving high praise, in her case for a striking portayal of Mrs Coco the Scab. Stephen Tompkinson was even better as her husband.
A straw poll among my new colleagues when we headed back to the shisha hangout tonight produced a varied response.
Rob came up with Francis Ford Coppola's 1974 film The Conversation. Laura chose Breakfast at Tiffany's as her top film and also top book and a visiting Danish techie, Glenn, opted for Blazing Saddles.
James confessed to a weakness for "well structured" Hollywood blockbusters, in which he included Indiana Jones (without specifying which one) and Independence Day before finally plumping for David O Russell's Three Kings.
His choice was appropriate for the part of the world in which we find ourselves as it tells of a plot by four American soldiers to steal gold that the Iraqis had plundered after invading Kuwait.
My present favourite, The Counterfeiters , has a head start for me because I am particularly fond of films from wartime but not about battles. It was the last film I saw before leaving London for Abu Dhabi and follows the experiences of a group of Jewish concentration camp prisoners who fared better than most because the Nazis wanted to exploit their special skills as printers (and, in one case, a master forger) and flood the British and American economies with counterfeit sterling and dollars.
And the fact that my elder daughter, Christelle, works for the UK distribution company - hence, indirectly, my personalised fake fiver - had no influence on my thinking.
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