Having woken up at some unearthly hour, we were waiting in some poor excuse of a line to check in. Eventually we made it to a check in desk, where we all handed over our passports and tickets. The guy checking us in took his time going through it all, then eventually asked if Mr Robinson was actually booked on this flight, having questioned the fact Mr Robinson's name on his ticket was actually spelt Robbinson. Before Dan had noticed this and was assured by Quant...