To begin at the beginning. Wait, no, that’s a little too much Dylan Thomas for the first day back after a long weekend, but it’s as good a place as any to start. Like Dylan Thomas, I am a writer full of whisky and Welsh blood, though not in such high concentrations. Unlike Dylan Thomas, I am both alive and sober, though it’s not quite noon and I’ve yet to make plans for the day. I’m Miss Plumcake, writer, editor and long-suffering troll starvation expert at Manolo for the Big Girl. Lured by the siren songs of lithe footballers, cheap…