At one stage, the bar in Sinbad's was run by a lady called Sandy. We arrived one Sunday lunchtime to find the dining room closed, so we ordered beers and Sandy produced a pad of blank Domino's Pizza receipts. She said "OK 8 of you - we'll have 8 salads, 8 lots of chicken wings, 8 medium pizzas with all the toppings, etc." She totalled it up and wrote out a receipt. The imprest holder gave her the money and she kept us topped up with beer for the afternoon. Later on another crew turned up who actually wanted pizza. When it arrived I looked at their receipt - a handwriting expert wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between theirs and ours.
It was a sad loss when her husband got a promotion and they moved to Halifax.