While Ada and Rosa wait to get into Kuracon, the spin-off day-long con for small people, I sit in the main hall looking down on a fenced-off Tesla coil which promises to play music at some point. It’s been a morning of two breakfasts, one at home and one with friends at the wonderful Leeds Street Bakery, so here’s hoping this doesn’t end up with me nodding off in my seat; something which is unfortunately more likely given that insomnia kicked me out of bed in the wee small hours.