There was a Lord Robert who stayed in a certain homeless hostel (he had left before I started working there), reputedly was a surgeons consultant in Edinburgh before having a mental breakdown and for some reason ended up in Perth. Fella had a bit of money and was always ushered to a private room when he entered his bank, never claimed any benefits and always paid his hostel dues in cash. Story goes he had a jaguar car parked up in the Glover St area which sat for a few years but he was savvy enough to keep it in good order throughout his time here. Then seemingly one day he as staff put it "came to his senses" packed up his belongings uncluding a filing cabinet from his room and shoved it all in his jaguar stating he was going home to Edinburgh and has never been seen since. Whether it's a fully true story or not I've no idea but the longer term staff are adamant and he is on record of having stayed in that building.