As an Englishman who has lived in the East so long that nobody is quite sure where I come from any more, I wrote Xanadu to play with the whole rather spurious idea of cultural identity. If you are sharp you will notice that it is about a poem written about Mongolia, in the Lake District, under the influence of narcotics from India; where a debate ensues as to whether an Indian computer game based upon the exoticism of Coleridge's ideas should replace the lyrics with those of a Punjabi drag artist rapper to make them more relevant to the iPod generation of India; and a jet lagged Englishman loses his trousers in a dodgy Bollywood party awash with narcotics from South America. The Bangra, another hybrid, rather like the English language itself, also features. Other than that, nothing much happens.