This is what everyone is saying to me, here in Tel Aviv. Followed by 'are you here for the football'?

Not really, has become my standard response. Perhaps with a vague commitment to watch the match on telly.

Imagine my shock to see a whole row of TV news trucks set up outside the hotel. It turns out the England team are staying here, at the Daniel Hotel, which The Telegraph describes as a 'honeymoon resort'?!?

The rooms here are great, but service is really bad. Amongst other service annoyances, I've waited 45 mins for an Internet password and an hour before someone finally admitted that room service had forgotten my dinner and gone home, and that the security department would whip up some left-overs.

I'm hoping the England team gets a bit more attention than me. Meanwhile, I'm off to see if I can blag my way into the press conference.