Tales of the slightly unexplainable in Sheffield

Ok, I am now gonna tell you a story about two very strange places in Sheffield, UK. From the outside, to the untrained eye they look normal. They aren't. Each place seems to have some strange kind of power of attraction. A kind of field which means whenever you walk anywhere near them you are strangely and inexplicably drawn to them. The first is the Town Hall. In my first year of University, all roads in the town centre led to the town hall. No matter where I was going, which ever route I took, I ended up there. I can't explain it and I didn't experience it again until today, 5 years later, when I was out running.

Kay will be mad at me for mentioning this in a sentence without spitting and crossing myself, but it was the Hillsborough football ground.
I was out running on Penistone road, trying to run 5 miles. I got to the end of the road and wanted to loop around back on myself as I had already run (thank you new watch and all financial contributers) 2.5miles (see Fig1 part a). I intended to run through Hilsborough, onto Langset Road, and then home in the opposite direction. However, what happened, due to some kind of mysterious force, possibly pure evil piggies says Kay, or the gravitational pull of Hilsborough, was that I ran around in a big circle and ended up facing the same way I was previously and carried on in the same direction (Fig 1 part b).

I pride myself on knowing which direction I am facing so this was at the least a little confusing and the most completely disorientating, there was no way this should have happened according to the rules of local geography, and I was genuinely surprised that I was facing in the same (but nevertheless wrong) direction. I actually thought, "It's funny that there is another Charlie Brown's garage one street up from the other and in the same postion on the road". Thus, I suggest that it was indeed an external, dare I say it, unatural force, possibly Q (nerds and losers will know what I'm talking about), which knocked the earth slightly off kilter, changed its orbit, prevented Nasa's Pluto probe carrying rocket New Horizons taking off and sent me in the wrong direction. It might cost Nasa 7 years of waiting for their probe to return (Read the science news) but more importantly it discombobulated me and cost me 3 minutes running.

I can't recall why I started this post and don't wish to read it back as I am still confused so I wil stop but not without saying, when I returned home Kay began to feel ill. I rest my case. It was super strange wierdness, and not me being tired and not knowing where I was going. The end. Go home. Show's over. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.