No idea what the record is for the number of colons in an article, but Gideon Haigh's piece in today's Australian must come close:
NOTHING succeeds like success, says the proverb. For confirmation, look no further than the cricket grounds of South Africa. Test matches there usually struggle to attract a quorum. For the past 10 days the grounds have brimmed with life and noise for a world championship of the game's newest variant, Twenty20: a heady mixture of thrills, spills and the epiphenomenon of mass marketing.
The conclusion, moreover, was close to ideal. Where the 50-over-a-side World Cup earlier this year was fatally undermined by the early exits of India and Pakistan, here those traditional antagonists reached the final, having earlier tied after 240 deliveries. The subcontinent is the hub of the game and cricket observes the golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the rules. India and Pakistan, and perforce the world, are about to go Twenty20 crazy.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, some of my best friends use colons. Big words, too; although it's never the done thing to use epiphenomenon in mixed company.
Still, despite a penchant for the prolix, there's nothing wrong with Gideon's sentiment: Twenty20 is a load of pants.