Find the fairylights round the wrought-iron railings. Take the stairs to the red wooden door. Ring the bell. Wait politely to be invited in. Enter the underground world of Ginglik. Turn right for drinking, left for dancing or straight ahead for a dabble in Scrabble. When the booze addles your games room prowess, head for the cosy snug with for mid-week music and comedy or weekend dirty beats till dawn. Ironically, for the most famous bogs in Blighty, (did we mention this is a converted public toilet?), their WCs could do with a serious spring-clean and a spot of Cif.