I read with interest, the article on Albert Fisher, affectionatly known as the Bishop.  Albert did in fact live at the Salvation Army Hostel at 102 King Street, Plymouth - although I do believe he 'slept off' his indulgences in the cemetary, quite often seen by my husband in Ford Park Cemetary early in the morning.  Albert was an extremely intelligent and articulate man, and had it not been for his addiction to alcohol, he would have held a high rank in society.  I remember one day a bentley drawing up at the hostel door - my parents Brigadiers Harold and Lily Finney ran the hostel - and an extremely well dressed man coming into the hostel to ask after Albert, did he need clothes, did he need money, and to top up Albert's 'pocket money', held by my father.  Albert was the black sheep of this gentleman's family but how he ended up as he did, we never knew.  My father was very fond of Albert, kept him in clean clothes, fed and made sure he had a clean, comfortable bed every night.  I love the portrait of Albert on the web site, it really is spot on for the man I knew and was very fond of.  Such memories thru this web site, and a few tears shed thinking of my parents and Albert, all now gone.