In case you've been living under a rock, Brian O'Driscoll is the latest Irish sporting legend to release a book - The Test - before the Christmas rush, and he's only given his first exclusive (and rather lengthy) interview to Ray D'arcy (you can have a listen back to it here).

Of course he talks at length about his sporting career, but we here in the 'celebraddy' section are more interested in how himself and Amy got themselves together.

Apparently he clocked her on the telly, thought she looked rather alluring, and was swift to orchestrate a meeting with her. Given they have the same PR person in the form of Joanne Byrne, bumping into Amy wasn't that tricky to organise. Speaking of the meeting, he said to Byrne at the time:

"'Do you know who this girl is? I’ve never seen her around'. And she said, 'She lives in London... No worries - we’ll set something up.' I didn’t even have to say it. We concocted a situation where we were all going to meet in The Merrion...  But they were late, I was sitting in the car and calling Joanne going, 'I don’t know about this'. She said, 'Are you a man or a mouse?' I said, 'I feel like a mouse at the moment. Should I just head off?' But she said, 'Come on,' and I headed in. But it didn't work out how I’d have hoped, because two of my buddies came in half cut... But we arranged to meet again a few days later at a comedy gig and that’s when I asked Amy for her number."

After dating for a matter of weeks, Brian knew Amy was 'the one': "After eight weeks , yeah, I had a fair idea that I wanted to marry her... People say: 'When you know, you know’. Genuinely."

Then, after 8 months of courting, he only asked her to move in with him. She, however, declined as she reportedly wanted to wait until they'd been with each other a year. Well, no point in rushing these things when you're bound to spend a lifetime together.

Speaking of when Amy informed him that she was pregnant with Sadie, he recounts how she brought him into their back garden - where he proposed - and she handed him an envelope with the news.

For future reference, that's one of the nicer ways of letting your other half know you're carrying their child. I went the slightly more gauche route of barreling into the sitting room at 2am and drunkenly hurling a piddle stick at the husband's head. Classy.