Strange how the brick wall has become a visual metonym for stand-up comedy. My grandfather was a bricklayer. He’d get up every morning at the crack of dawn, put on a pot of coffee, make his lunch, then go and build skyscrapers all day. Half a century later, I stand in front of brick walls every night telling jokes. My grandfather’s hands were huge and calloused, mine are small and covered in setlists. The only thing we have in common seems to be the bricks themselves. Strang