The star of This is England and Line of Duty on reaching her peak and why she’s more at home in Nottingham than Hollywood
It may be after 1pm, but it’s not long since Vicky McClure woke up. When we meet she’s nursing the mother of all hangovers and to make matters worse I’ve brought her to east London’s healthiest café. We settle in a corner on a grey upholstered banquette, away from a loudspeaker blaring house music. After pondering the possible merits of the courgette sandwich, McClure orders a builder’s tea.
Last night she was in town to attend the Glamour women of the year awards, where she walked the red carpet with Sigourney Weaver and Davina McCall. Today she’s low maintenance in rolled-up jeans, a black T-shirt and Nikes, her short brown hair scraped back into a stub of a ponytail. She’s aware of the contrast – hours ago she was wearing a Vivienne Westwood gown. “Who was I kidding?” she laughs.