Imagination is dead....

Someone obviously thought enough of these old ships vents to save them, then transport them, prepare the site for them, cement them in place... then forget about them. Sad really.

Not quite as sad as the wanker who has obviously stood there thinking "i have got me a spray can... what shall i do for my graffitti?"... (cue sound effect of wind whistling through a vacant space) ... "i know i will spray a can!"

.. inspired.

No doubt they then went off and bred prolifically, therefore passing on the parts of the gene pool that will damn darwins theory of survival of the fittest to the waste bin of history.