By Siobhan McNally It was a bit like Monty Python’s Four Yorkshiremen sketch, except it was me who had to get up before I went to bed to go to interview my colleague Paul Routledge. “I wish He would make God’s Own Country a bit closer,” I muttered sleepily as I left my house in Hampshire at the crack of dawn to catch several Tubes then trains north to West Yorkshire. As the urban landscape turned to a patchwork of fields, I was collected from the sleepy rural station of Steeton & Silsden by Mr and Mrs R, as they are known in the Mirror newsroom. A smiley Lynne was in the driving seat, while P…