Bit of a long one...
Thor, the God of thunder, had it all. Good looks, muscles in all the right places, and a mighty hammer. Despite this, however, he had an affliction that left him shy and unsuccessful with the ladies.

He had a lisp.

This rendered him painfully shy around women, and several centuries without any action drove him to seek advice from Zeus.

"Oh mighty Zeuth", he said, "I am dethperate for thome thexytiem with a lady. My afflicthion leavth me unable to talk to ladieth. What thould I do?"

Zeus considered for a moment. "the answer is simple, my son. You must find a woman who has the same affliction. She will be sympathetic to your plight, and no doubtest, you shall get a shag. You must go down to earth tonight and socialise".

"Thank you, mighty father", said Thor. "I shall get the Athgard to Earth thuttlebuth thith very evening".

"One thing, my son. You cannot reveal your Godly origins. You must pass as one of them and callest yourself something that will not arouse suspicion. I hereby dub you Norman, the meteorologist".

And with that, Thor descended upon the Earth. With unlikely speed, he got talking to a lady who happened to have a lisp as well. They got on famously, and lo, she did take him home that night.

"Oh Norman", she cried, "make love to me like noone hath ever done before".

And so, a marathon session ensued. The bed shook; the crockery rattled in the kitchen; the chinz curtains billowed magnificently, as Thor pounded his woman mightily time and again.

Five hours later, Thor looked at his conquest, feelings of love surging inside him. "I want thith to be more" he thought, "I have to tell her who I am, tho we can progreth to the next level".

He turned to his conquest. "I mutht tell you thomething", he said, earnestly. "I'm really Thor".

"YOU'RE THOR?" screamed the woman. "I think you've jutht buthted me fanny!"
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 15 Feb 2009, 19:59, Reply)