Don't you just love/hate Alex Knost? (Delete as appropriate). I mean, isn't he just the biggest legend/helmet ever? If you saw him in the line-up, wouldn't you love to paddle over to him and shout, "Hey there, Alex"/"Oi, cunty!", then grab hold of him tenderly/menacingly by his monumental love package/meagre misshapen ballbag, pulling him towards you as you whisper sweet nothings in his ear/punch him in the face? Anyway, here he is on a single-fin at Lowers, filmed and edited by Jack Coleman.