Every large corporation has one - The Organiser. The bloke who volunteers himself to run every committee. The MC for the company quiz. The winner of the wackiest outfit contest at the fancy dress party. The referee for the interdepartmental five-a-side competition.

In our company, The Organiser is a man whom I shall call by an anagram of his real name - Pidgin Fell Here. For our enjoyment today, he's organised a company-wide effort to raise money for Jeans For Genes Day:

Remembered to wear your jeans today - Friday 5 October? If you have, well done and thanks for the £1 donation for the privilege. If you haven't - Well, we're going to fine you £1 for forgetting. Money please in the bin in reception. Even the intranet homepage is sporting it's jeans - well after a fashion - check it out!

What Pidgin seems to be ignoring is that most of the staff here - apart from him - wear jeans every day. He's entered into the spirit with typical gusto - I've just bumped into him downstairs in reception. Not only is he wearing jeans - they have groovy 70s patches sewn onto them.

He was also behind the company's recent Blood Donation Day. He was the first one up on that bed, shirtsleeves rolled up, jaw set in grim determination. I - of course - didn't give blood: I'm not allowed to. I know giving blood is essential, I know it saves lives, and I know I shouldn't laugh about it, but the posters that have subsequently appeared in the kitchens are unintentionally hilarious:

Under the headline "We'd all like to THANK YOU", are photos of grinning people, thumbs aloft, whose lives have presumably been saved. Below each picture is a caption giving their name and their particular condition, but they give the impression that these are their names: Victoria Cancer, Jonathan Portal Hypertension, Beth Aplastic Anaemia, Bradley High Bilirubin Levels, and my own personal favourite, Lloyd Leukemia.