Rob Crossan

3 weeks ago | cntraveller.com | Rob Crossan

Hotels in the UK are very good these days at showcasing their accessibility. Some hotels do as they claim to do – treating all guests as trusted adults and going above and beyond to ensure that each person who walks through the doors is given the same level of respect and service. However, as a severely visually impaired travel writer for the last 25 years, I’ve found that nowhere near enough hotels deliver on their promises of accessibility.

4 weeks ago | dailymail.co.uk | Rob Crossan

The breakthrough came with a pine marten. These creatures have seldom helped me before in my life. But on this occasion, they were unusually obliging. They proved to me that testosterone replacement therapy was working for me in ways far beyond the sexually obvious. Let me explain. ‘Pine marten’ was the answer to a crossword clue that read, ‘Caledonian Mustelid’ (4,6).

1 month ago | express.co.uk | Rob Crossan

Benidorm, pictured in 1998, is one of the most popular package holiday destinations for Britons (Image: Getty Images)If you'd looked up to the skies over London 75 years ago today, you might have caught a glimpse of a belching, humming, rattling Dakota DC-3 chugging with intent through the thin, spring clouds. It wouldn’t have caused much interest at the time.

1 month ago | spectator.co.uk | Rob Crossan

In Bradford a few weeks ago, I popped into a pub called Jacobs Well. It’s a squat old building, all but submerged behind the stultifyingly ugly road that grinds around the edges of the town centre. The Well was fairly quiet on a Monday night, but everyone there was congregated around the bar and it was immediately apparent that this was a place where long friendships are nurtured and strangers are welcomed.

1 month ago | cntraveller.com | Rob Crossan

As appealing as Chappell Roan and Sabrina Carpenter are, it’s hard to imagine die-hard fans of either artist becoming pawns in a pan-media class war anytime soon. Wind back three decades and the music scene, in the UK at least, was an infinitely more tribal place. Manchester and London, and their most venerated musical exports, became the hub of a vitriolic and, in retrospect, utterly bizarre period where your musical tastes became a definer of your social class.