I found the entrance by mistake.
That could well have been the intention because, although the arrangement seemed secure, the address was decidedly vague - hidden, as it was, amid a dark labyrinth of back Sois that gurgled with mischief and neon glitz. Nevertheless, I was greeted by a smiling dwarf with a metal leg. Venue? Bangkok snooker club. Time? About 9.30 p.m. Temperature? Rising. Corruption? About 80%.
