Feast your eyes on this beautiful example of signmanship.

A once in a lifetime chance to collect a piece of Aucks/Irish history to pass down as an heirloom to your progeny for generations.

By pure luck this priceless example of Irish antiquity was rescued from certain destruction by an enthusiastic drunken dumper diver and carefully held in trust for the last ten years.

An incredible example of Irish art & culture, beautifully Gilded in 24 carat gold leaf (imitation) and lacquered in 100 year old barrel aged Guinness (unverified).

A treasure like this is too important to be kept surrounded by shabby Picassos and Van Goghs.

Nay! This is for the people.

The Louvre wished to procure it but we said, "va te faire foutre", this stays in New Zealand – The Ireland of the South.

The Queen tried to claim it but we wouldn’t let her proddy potato stealing mitts near it.

Trump wanted it to make America great again but we're not letting that orange leprechaun get fake tan all over it.

This is for someone who will fondle it joyfully for the rest of their days.

What did I hear you say Paddy? Of course, there’s plenty a practical uses for a sign saying "Kiss my arse" in Irish.

Here’s just a few: – Parade it down the street on religious holidays. – Cover holes in your plasterboard. – Nail it to your bumper to charm fellow drivers. – Make it the centrepiece for your very own pub from where you can plot rebellion against the oppression of a foreign government. – As a ramp for wheelbarrowing cement around your construction site. – A Christmas gift for an alcoholic relative. – Nail it across your door in the event of the zombie apocalypse. – As a battering ram for storming the gates of government. The list goes on...

If you're Irish, you drink black beer, you have the luck of the Irish, you like to hide pots of gold, you have a fetish for kissing stones, you have ginger pubes or just like blowing things up, then this sign is for you.

Get it quick before the wood worm does. 175cm long