Country barely occupying fifth of Ukraine threatening war on Europe

A COUNTRY which has not managed to penetrate most of its closest neighbour in more than three years is ready to take the rest of the continent on, it has claimed. 

After rejecting a deal in peace talks, Russia has ignored its marginal gains at the cost of one million men dead or injured and its whole economy and decided to rattle its sabre at an entire continent.

A Nato spokesperson said: “Ooh, I’m so scared. If they continue advancing at their current rate, they’ll be in Romania by 2085.

“Putin’s acting all big and tough because he’s almost claimed half a region teeming with pro-Russian militants. If he can barely do that then taking the fight westwards will be hilarious. To use a military term, he’ll look a right f**king mug.

“Russia’s already had to beg help from North Korea. China’s bleeding it dry. Where’s this ground force sweeping across central Europe coming from, Vlad? If the EU put boots on the ground you’d be back in Moscow before you could say ‘Where’s Wagner?’

“The only risk would be that the conflict then drags in China, Iran and North Korea while the US sits it out. Luckily the chances of that happening are only 80 to 90 per cent.”

Putin said: “I’m so tough I’m going to cut your underwater internet cables. That’s proper man’s warfare. I definitely haven’t run out of tanks.”

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I am the last of Britain's authentic f**king hellraisers, by Holly Willoughby

OLIVER Reed. Francis Bacon. Pete Doherty. And there is one last rebel keeping up the great British tradition of wild drunken hellraising. Me. 

I drink bars dry. I wreck shit. My sexual appetite is prodigious and indiscriminate. Largely I’ve kept this hidden from the public until today, when the news that I broke a man’s neck hit front pages and my secret was out.

The press swallowed the cover story about it being a ‘car crash’. Yeah, right. He was hanging upside down in a f**k-harness when it happened. Sure, I rode his head a little too hard. I was insensate through cocaine. No wonder his neck went.

Then again, given how many drunken vehicular incidents I’ve been involved in over the years, it’s hardly a total lie. Once I’m a bottle of Wild Turkey down, suddenly I’m challenging everyone to a no-holds-barred road race. Killed an entire biker gang once.

The police and I have an arrangement so news doesn’t get out – honestly, they cover up like I’m one of their own – and I get to carry on my debauched lifestyle. Ever been in a 140mph head-on collision on ketamine? It’s beautiful how little you care.

Why haven’t I worked since This Morning? Because I’m literally uninsurable. The Bear Grylls show fired me for flying a plane upside-down into a hotel lobby when they said I couldn’t smoke indoors. ‘You risk more in a morning than I have my whole life,’ Bear said.

Like Richard Burton, like Dylan Thomas, like Hunter S Thompson, I know it can’t last. I’m on my fourth liver already. My septum’s titanium-reinforced. I’ll burn out before I fade away and I’ll take my legend with me.

Catch you later, Britain. Most likely when I smash an articulated lorry into your house and stagger from the wreckage, one boob out, crack pipe in hand and slur ‘Firstly, are you okay?’