It's like playing Whack-a-mole

Geraldine McQueen (Peter Kay), as visualised by cows.

    Crass portrayals of trans people by unfunny comedians just keep popping up, don't they. I mean, you can't have a go at the black people any more, gays are off-limits, the South Africans aren't racist these days so who else is left for them to raise cheap laughs with but the trannies? I mean, give them a break! Otherwise they'd have to come up with some jokes and we can't expect that, after all they are only comedians.
     Just when you thought you were safe from Little Britain, along comes Peter Kay with his portrayal of a transsexual pop singer, Geraldine McQueen. I really wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time it would be different, but no, it's one big tranny joke. Har bloody har. Fortunately I already have my review picture from earlier in the year.
    But of course, it's OK, after all it's all for charity, and that makes anything OK, doesn't it. Stick a red nose on something and it stops being at the expense of a vulnerable minority, right?